Winter 5, 516 AV
Sayana awoke feeling groggy. The small closet had been a poor alternative to decent sleeping quarters. After finding her way to a meager breakfast of overpriced gruel, she sought out Gilldarey’s lab.
“About time.”
She paid him little heed and was anxious to get through whatever he needed to be done. Although, apparently he had a lot in store for her.
The experiments were uncomfortable and sometimes a little painful. Mostly they were psychologically disturbing as her skin was forced to become scales or changed to a new colour or claws elongated upon her finger nails. Although the most disturbing one of all was what he called a “mass transfer”.
“Please hold this piece of parchment in your dominant hand.”
Cautiously Sayana took it in her mid right. As the nuit spoke a few words in his foreign language, a tingling shot up her arm. This time it felt deeper, more internal. It was as if her very bones were weakening, her arm becoming malleable, and her flesh molding slowly into the rest of her body. Then with a horrified gasp, she looked over and realized that her entire mid shoulder was gone and fused to her body as a blobby lump.
She struggled to maintain a hold on the piece of parchment, but her fingers suddenly felt weak and unable to function the same way. Her arm drooped down like an over boiled vegetable and began to join to her torso.
She wanted to wretch.
Clearly the piece of parchment was no longer needed as it lay forgotten on the floor. Sayana’s once fully functioning right mid arm had now full combined with her body and the added mass was distributing itself within her torso. She now had precisely five arms.
“Excellent! Wonderfully done.” Came the whoop of joy from the nuit. Sayana, on the other hand was far less impressed but she held her tongue regardless.
It was nearly afternoon before Sayana was released from the experimentation. Gilldarey mentioned something about stretching the natural body too much. But Sayana thought he needed more time to draw up his scrolls to test. Either way, it let her escape the dank dungeon that smelled of old books. She fully intended to use the break to get some fresh air. One way or another.
Sayana awoke feeling groggy. The small closet had been a poor alternative to decent sleeping quarters. After finding her way to a meager breakfast of overpriced gruel, she sought out Gilldarey’s lab.
“About time.”
She paid him little heed and was anxious to get through whatever he needed to be done. Although, apparently he had a lot in store for her.
The experiments were uncomfortable and sometimes a little painful. Mostly they were psychologically disturbing as her skin was forced to become scales or changed to a new colour or claws elongated upon her finger nails. Although the most disturbing one of all was what he called a “mass transfer”.
“Please hold this piece of parchment in your dominant hand.”
Cautiously Sayana took it in her mid right. As the nuit spoke a few words in his foreign language, a tingling shot up her arm. This time it felt deeper, more internal. It was as if her very bones were weakening, her arm becoming malleable, and her flesh molding slowly into the rest of her body. Then with a horrified gasp, she looked over and realized that her entire mid shoulder was gone and fused to her body as a blobby lump.
She struggled to maintain a hold on the piece of parchment, but her fingers suddenly felt weak and unable to function the same way. Her arm drooped down like an over boiled vegetable and began to join to her torso.
She wanted to wretch.
Clearly the piece of parchment was no longer needed as it lay forgotten on the floor. Sayana’s once fully functioning right mid arm had now full combined with her body and the added mass was distributing itself within her torso. She now had precisely five arms.
“Excellent! Wonderfully done.” Came the whoop of joy from the nuit. Sayana, on the other hand was far less impressed but she held her tongue regardless.
It was nearly afternoon before Sayana was released from the experimentation. Gilldarey mentioned something about stretching the natural body too much. But Sayana thought he needed more time to draw up his scrolls to test. Either way, it let her escape the dank dungeon that smelled of old books. She fully intended to use the break to get some fresh air. One way or another.
Credit: Shimoje
