by Miranda Weaver » Tue Dec 16, 2014 7:45 pm
"We suppose." The definition of the avatar everywhere but the head seemed to be set. The robe was white with a black cloth belt from which hung a set of keys. All three constructs stood, placing their hands on the avatar. They shimmered and disappeared and the avatar stirred. The head's definition snapped in, taking on Miranda's features but with smooth skin where the eyes should be and her hair held back with a band of black. She took a step and looked at Sam, unfolding her wings to reveal them covered in a rainbow of colored feathers. "Hi, Mum." She seemed a little self-conscious.