Dana slowly opened her eyes and stared back into the mirror. She was
fully human again. Astara's spell had been pushed back. She smiled,
confident again. She was better than some kind of lusting, dark
creature, in thrall to its desires.
She sighed in relief, but it was short lived -- what if that was part
of the spell too? That sort of confident tone sounded just like
Astara's. What if she was...?
Leaning closely at the mirror, she saw the telltale red tint in her
irises. She wasn't out of the woods, not by a longshot. Astara said
something about her being her second-in-command, after all.
Nonetheless, Dana could feel her "gift" working its way through her
mind, heart, and soul. It was some small comfort that in its own way,
though, it still heeded her will. She was no thrall, after all, she
just needed practice in focus -- assuming she willingly followed
Astara's path into darkness. She straightened herself up, and took a
deep breath, and strode out of the bathroom. She was ready to face
the world... or whatever Astara planned to make of it.