“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, mon cœur.”
“If our fellow passengers don’t see your pale skin, then what do they see? Do they see your hair and eye colour, or are those changed, too?”
“I am an expert in illusion, but alas I cannot change my eye or hair colour. My skin, however…”
Valois glanced at Gunther, then gave a mischievous little smirk. And then, before Gunther’s very eyes, his skin slowly took on the hue of a soft golden tan. It wasn’t the kind of deep tan that Gunther was slowly acquiring, but for Valois? It was a tan.
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