<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">“Lamia,”</span>she replied.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32"> “You’re Apelarious, he’s Munelon, and I can’t say I blame you.”</span><br/><br/>Apelarious spoke like someone not used to being the center of attention. Awkward and oddly endearing, which was odd since she’d always found confidence to be a big turn on. Maybe the terigenesis had done more to her than simply changing her physical body. Supposedly the mist revealed the true you. She’d never seen enough evidence to truly support that claim and as an investigator, evidence mattered much more to her than the promises of a high techno-priest.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">“Show off,”</span>she said to Munelon as he began to juggle.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">“Men. You just have to play with your balls. The change is different for all of us, maybe we were simply faster with ours. I’m more interested in where everybody else is. Our families, the speaker…they should all be here to greet us and witness the change. Where do you suppose they’ve gone off to?”</span><br/><br/>A sinking feeling in weighed in the pit of her stomach; whatever had drawn them away had to have been very important. The change was an enormous day in an Inhuman’s life, a joyous celebration shared by the entire kingdom. If something had happened, it was either very good or very bad. Maybe it had something to do with being an investigator, but Lamia never bet on the positive side.