"...here you go."
Vela felt a warm tingle spread through her body. She glanced down, expecting to see herself change as her sister had, but there was nothing. "What did you do?" said Vela.
"I gave you a gift. You can change people's bodies now... unless they're related to you. Has to do with divine blood. Anybody else is fair game through. Touch them and it'll be like you're working with clay. You can make them look however you want, or they want. I imagine you're going to get quite a few people looking for your services once word gets out."
Vela looked at her hands. While her new abilities were monumental, they actually loomed second in her mind next to what Iriana had said about her poems. "Did you mean that?" said Vela. "She's actually like my poems?"
"Well..." Iriana made a bit of a face. "I don't know how much I should tell you. Your poems are good, but I don't think she exactly appreciates the finer aspects of verse. Let's just say that she'd appreciate that you were writing poetry for her."
"Ok," said Vana, "you have to tell me who we're talking about. Is it someone we know?"
"It is..." Vela hesitated.
Vesta, from her seat on the ground, looked at her scroll as if she was bored by the proceedings. "It's Helia."
Vela tried to keep her face neutral, but the look on Vana's face showed that she'd failed. "The mercenary?"
"Let's not get into it. She's a demi-goddess like us, we've related on a few things."
"Anyways," said Iriana, "let's move on to you Vesta. My little scholar. To you I grant..."
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