Changes [Nanalie, or Invite][NR]

Blinking she looked across her the room to the small silver haired female who had entered previously. The request she'd been given was an odd one: Nanalie wanted to be made older. Wanted to look differently than what she did now. She had the mental capacity to match it, of that much Niala was sure. But, she couldn't understand why the little girl no longer wanted to be a child...

"But, Nanalie.. why? Why do you want to grow up so quickly? I'll do it of course, but I'm curious at such an odd request."

She began to draw as she waited for the other female to speak; using the image that Nanalie had within her mind of what she wanted to look like as the base for the whole thing. The scratching of the pencil was the only sound Niala made...

Nanalie stared at the floor at Niala's feet. It was easier to say the least, then to have to look Niala in the face while she told her reasoning's behind the change. "I had to watch my mother die because as I am now I am of no use. I have all of these mental abilities but what if it's not enough? It wasn't then.. I froze. My body wanted to react on instinct but I wasn't strong enough... all I could do was run away."

Her brow furrowed, a look of determination crossing her features, and slowly, very slowly but deliberately she raised her head and stared Niala right in the eyes. "Never again will I run. Never again will I have to flee while someone I love faces danger. I want to be big enough, strong enough, to wield a weapon. To fight with my own physical abilities if I have to. I want... I want to be a fighter, and I can't do that as I am. As a five year old little girl..."

So she was giving up her childhood to essentially become a fighter. That was sad. Very sad. But, she wouldn't go back on her word. She told Nanalie she would change her into an older version, a stronger version of herself, and that was exactly what she was going to do.

By the time Nanalie finished speaking she had already drawn several different sketches of different angles of the female's form. It was easier like this, to draw something first and have a mental picture to go off of. But, now it was time to do it. To imagine Nanalie into her an older version. She didn't know if it would hurt her, but she doubted it. If it started to she would imagine the pain away, it was as simple as that.

So, with the mental pictures in her minds eye she put her focus onto Nanalie. "Alright, here goes." With that said she began to focus strongly, to concentrate on the female. She envisioned her as the older self she wanted to be. At first nothing would happen, but slowly at first, and then quickly after the process started, Nanalie's form would begin to change. She would grow several inches taller, her hair would shorten, her limbs would lengthen to match the height. Her entire form would become proportioned properly, and in less than a minute the whole thing would be done.

Nanalie would be several years old, at least in appearance. Niala raised a hand, rubbing at her forehead a bit, wiping away the sweat that had broken out on her flesh as she had changed Nanalie's appearance. "There you are... might take a moment for your brain to catch up with the rest of you though, so be careful about moving and such."

She found herself wondering in the back of her mind as she reached over and picked up her cup of hot chocolate with the bendy straw in it if the Boss was going to be pissed off for what she had done.. in aging up Nanalie without anyone's permission but the little girl herself.

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