Teeth chattering, Cryton wrapped the cloak around herself. “Dru?”
She cried wiping ash and blood off her knuckles.
“Dru, what’s wrong?”
“Grandaunt said a feather or fur in your ashes could return you as a chimera, and—”
“Oh gods,” Cryton interrupted while reaching behind herself. “Do I have, a tail?”
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