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unvanedIt's no surprise what he's doing behind the bedroom door - they've discussed using his skill with illusions to change his outward appearance for some time, now - , but still, Geibhin wants to throw a little show on it -- not to mention make sure he's got it right before she sees. Of course, he's been in here for over twenty minutes, and honestly, he's just being picky, now. Rhiannon is probably getting impatient.
"Just another minute, dear," he calls, still peering into the full-length mirror. Mother Tree, he looks so... soft. Handsome, of course, but how do humans function with so many vulnerable parts sticking out all the time? He can't seem to get the eyes right, either -- with all the other changes, they seem to want to stay a colour that he is fairly certain isn't natural for humans. Everything else looks fine, though... just about perfect. He wants to look like someone with class, like the humans Rhiannon's family associates with, but not too much. He's supposed to be from somewhere far off, after all, with no ties to any actual nobility. It has to be right.
Geibhin - no, Gethin - straightens up in front of the mirror and clears his throat, lifting his chin and finally turning to the door with a calming huff of a breath.
"Alright. You can come in, now." Come in and check him out.
"Just another minute, dear," he calls, still peering into the full-length mirror. Mother Tree, he looks so... soft. Handsome, of course, but how do humans function with so many vulnerable parts sticking out all the time? He can't seem to get the eyes right, either -- with all the other changes, they seem to want to stay a colour that he is fairly certain isn't natural for humans. Everything else looks fine, though... just about perfect. He wants to look like someone with class, like the humans Rhiannon's family associates with, but not too much. He's supposed to be from somewhere far off, after all, with no ties to any actual nobility. It has to be right.
Geibhin - no, Gethin - straightens up in front of the mirror and clears his throat, lifting his chin and finally turning to the door with a calming huff of a breath.
"Alright. You can come in, now." Come in and check him out.
