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[livinginmyglass]

When Viola's view screen pops up, she lets out an involuntary gasp and immediately hunches over to shield it from view: for there , next to the options to become a fox and a-- robot?--, is the option to become a boy. What are you trying to do, Bar, give her away?

...but then again...

She presses the button. Outwardly, nothing much changes. She always did look uncannily like her brother, after all.

Outwardly.

[ooc: moderate slowtimes, especially over the weekend, but since she hasn't been around in a while, open 'til whenever!]

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[livinginmyglass]

"Why, I am all transformation!" She grins. "My father was a gentleman, now I serve a gentleman. From Messinian to Illyrian to-- whatever title we give those who sojourn here at the ends of the world. From all that I was to all that you see me now."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin laughs, he loves how that's put, "Well said."

[livinginmyglass]

Viola laughs in return. "I thank you."

[heatherandsteel]

"I hope most of the transformations were ones that you enjoyed and had some choice in," Forced transformation is awful.

[livinginmyglass]

"Why-- such is life, is it not? One must change, willing or no."

[heatherandsteel]

"True, we go where we're sent and try and change our course when possible."

[livinginmyglass]

"Ay, just so."

[heatherandsteel]

"How are things going with your lord?" Its been a while since they talked and he remembers that Cesario was dealing with a complicated situation.

[livinginmyglass]

"Oh--" She laughs a little and lowers her eyes. "Well-- well, it is as it has been, I fear. You are kind to ask."

[heatherandsteel]

"I'm sorry to hear that. What would need to happen for things to change for the better?"