It was too late for her to keep her powers at bay now.
Flames trickled along her hair, but caused no damage to the once amethyst mane. Instead, the localized inferno painted her hair red as though burning away whatever impurity she imbued her hair with in the first place. The fire vanished and left her with extensive, crimson locks. Their shade mirrored those of the woman below her, and she seemed somewhat peeved about their renewed existence.
Mussed and lengthier, she even acquired a peek-a-boo bang in the process. Blowing a cool stream of air against the bang, her expression remained dry and indifferent. Dispersing her wings, she landed back on the ground adjacent to her concussed friend. The mantle of burning chemical she donned diminished, and she took note of both Morgan and the deceased monster.
”…It’s the actual colour. When I use my power extensively, it just turns back to normal regardless of the dyes I put in it,” she added, rolling her shoulders into a small shrug.
”Before you ask, I dye it because I don’t want people recognizing me. It’s a pain in the ass if they do.”
Morgan Laroux | Post 8