The moment Kire slipped the silver ring onto her finger, she felt a tingle pass throughout her body, followed by the faintest scent of cinnamon, similar to when she had first encountered Ruli up close. It was gone in a moment, though, and she didn’t feel any different. Judging from the children’s reactions, however, she knew that there definitely was a noticeable change. She noted Ysaryn’s reaction and her description, now very curious what she looked like. “I don’t suppose anyone has a mirror around here?” 

She settled for a shallow basin of water. Kire looked at her reflection, or rather the face of the stranger reflected back at her. Ysaryn was right; she looked totally different. “Huh. Fascinating.” She touched her left brow lightly; it was even more uncanny to feel the scar yet not see it at all. [i]Daryll would love this.[/i] “Incredible work,” she finally said. “Did he have to work through the night to finish this?”