[A meteor shower... exciting. Veritas nods and hurries to start cleaning up.
(He makes a wish that night and nothing seems to come of it. Which... fair enough, really, he wasn't expecting anything to come of that, anyway.)
A couple more months pass. One day, Veritas... wakes up on the bed he eventually got in his room--not really to sleep on or anything, but it felt right to have--which is especially unusual, considering he didn't remember laying down on it, and it's even more unusual considering the fact that he doesn't sleep. He shakes his head, wondering what happened, then moves to stand up--
And freezes. He can feel the fabric under his hands much better than he could yesterday. For that matter, the "clothes" he'd been carved with are acting more like actual cloth instead of, y'know, being carved of stone. He brings a hand up to his head.
He's not sure what he expected, but what he felt isn't it.
He stands up--stumbling a bit because he somehow feels lighter--and hurries, still stumbling, to the bathroom to get a look in the mirror.]
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(He makes a wish that night and nothing seems to come of it. Which... fair enough, really, he wasn't expecting anything to come of that, anyway.)
A couple more months pass. One day, Veritas... wakes up on the bed he eventually got in his room--not really to sleep on or anything, but it felt right to have--which is especially unusual, considering he didn't remember laying down on it, and it's even more unusual considering the fact that he doesn't sleep. He shakes his head, wondering what happened, then moves to stand up--
And freezes. He can feel the fabric under his hands much better than he could yesterday. For that matter, the "clothes" he'd been carved with are acting more like actual cloth instead of, y'know, being carved of stone. He brings a hand up to his head.
He's not sure what he expected, but what he felt isn't it.
He stands up--stumbling a bit because he somehow feels lighter--and hurries, still stumbling, to the bathroom to get a look in the mirror.]