Let me tell you, I’m dragging a bit this morning. It feels like I have no energy, and that’s never a good thing. It’s a bit of an ongoing thing, actually, because the last two nights I’ve crawled into bed about ten PM, which is usually ninety minutes earlier than I often get to sleep. And it seems as if I can’t get into gear to write: the six hundred words I present today I’ve had to drag out of my system. Really, I don’t like it at all–
I have a feeling, however, that once I do a little running around, and I eat and take a nap, I may just finish this scene today. I would like to get it out of the way and move on, because I’m really not enjoying this lurching about in the story. Like Battlestar Galactica, it’s happened before and will happen again, but that doesn’t mean I like it one bit.
Where are we? Oh, yeah: Transformation Class, and minion Kerry was about to do his dance–
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry appeared a touch embarrassed for a second before picking up the lesson from Annie. “You can do the same thing, but it takes a bit of work to get the same sort of gloss that Annie’s getting because you’re changing the appearance of your own body.” He took a couple of steps closer to the class. “It’s almost like working with material but, you know, not.” He flashed a quick smile. “Just like with Annie, I started out with the larger changes first: hair and complexion. After I got those down I started working on finer control—”
Loorea Barling broke into Kerry discussion. “You can change hair and complexion?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well . . .” Kerry approached Loorea, holding out his hand the moment he reached her work area. “Give me your hand.”
She set her hand in his. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing much—” He smiled, keeping his eyes focused on indigenous Australian girl. In a few seconds his skin and hair darkened as his pale complexion and ginger hair became a match for her darker skin and hair. “Just that.”
Loorea’s shock was evident. “Holy . . . You look like you could almost be my brother.”
It would be interesting to see him do this in the A Level Transformation, because there’s a student in there who may have some lingering memory of Kerry working this identical spell on her, and wouldn’t it be interesting to see if that tiny prod would be enough to bring her out of her memory adjustment. Awkward for sure!
This leads into something else that happened back in good old Kansas City . . .
“I’ll take that as a complement.” He released Loorea’s hand and began backing away, letting his hair color and complexion slowly revert to their natural hues. “This is pretty easy for me; you’re not the first person I’ve practiced with, and I’d worked on changing my hair last year—”
“He’s can also do the same to others.” Annie held her hands in front of her as she rocked on her heels. “He sometimes practices on me.”
Loorea went from surprised to curious. “Can you show us, Kerry?”
Kerry turned slightly red before nodding. “Sure, I can do that.” He turned to Annie. “I need an assistant—”
“I can help there.” She stood in front of him, taking his hands. “Ready when you are, my love.”
Kerry ignored the light tittering from the few students who found Annie’s term of endearment amusing. He glanced at Loorea. “You watching?”
She nodded. “I am.”
“Okay, then—” A few seconds later Annie’s hair transformed from its normal lustrous chestnut color to a shade of red identical to Kerry’s. “There you are.”
Annie turned to face the class with a huge smile stretched across her face. “He did this same thing to me for Samhain, when we had aqua and blond hair for our costumes.”
So now we now that Kerry was the one who did their hair styling for the Samhain dance. Wonder if he likes Annie as a ginger girl? Because someone has a smart ass comment about Annie the Ginger Hair Girl–
Before Loorea had the opportunity to speak, Pleasure Pimenta, another of the members from Mórrígan coven, commented to the person sitting to her right. “She probably has him change her hair so she can dream about their kids.”
“I don’t dream about our kids—” Annie took two steps forward, the right side of her mouth curled upward. “But I do think about them. And I know they’ll be incredible regardless of the color of their hair.”
Elisha Tasköprülüzâde’s hand shot into the air. “Um—”
Eager to get back on track, Kerry dropped Annie’s transformation and turned to Elisha. “Go ahead.”
“Could you show us the nail thing?” The Turkish girl looked down for a moment, unused to this attention. “Back home my parents won’t let me wear nail polish, and it would be kinda cool if I could change the color of my nails when I go out with friends—” She looked around the room. “You know, ‘cause it would be nice.” She looked back at Kerry. “Does that make sense?”
He gave Elisha a warm smile. “I understand, really.”
“Do you mind showing? I mean . . .” She seems slightly flustered. “You being a boy, it might be weird.”
And now I have to write that part, yeah? Because we all want to see if Kerry gets all weirded out because he’s a boy. Who knows? This could be the start of him becoming the lead singer in an 80s New Wave band . . .