Apelarious was the next to emerge, his skin turned a shimmering silver that was oddly attractive. Lamia’d always had an appreciation for things that shone and glittered, though she kept herself from partaking of jewelry. Too much could go wrong with it in her profession.<br/><br/>As an investigator, she’d made it a point to memorize the names of everyone undergoing the transformation with her. A lower caste builder, the man was surprisingly appealing. He smelled of sword oil and the cologne her father always wore. The combination was enough to make her tingly and take notice of the hard musculature of his body. Being a builder had its advantages, she supposed.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted by the emergence of Munelon the healer. His hair had taken a rich, golden hue and unless she was mistaken, his eyes were darker as well. Almost the same shade as the orb of something flew from his hands to crash into the wall with an echoing crash. That was impressive, she reluctantly admitted, stroking her new tail as if to reassure herself that she too had been gifted with an amazing power. She smirked as he thought out loud.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">“Notice what?”</span>she asked, cocking a hip.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">“I couldn’t see what you were up to behind this enormous crowd. Don’t worry about it, we’ll all take a bit of time adjusting.” </span><br/><br/>She closed the distance between her and Apelarious. There was just something about him that made her want to share his presence, if not openly admire his form.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">“Do you think your new skin might be unbreakable? I’ve heard of powers like that before.”</span>