The change flares again. The newly regenerated parts of my body want to drag some monstrous green scaly thing to the surface and show the Hollands what’s what, though I doubt they’d be impressed. Iguanas are interesting but not particularly scary. Well, unless I’m a lot bigger and wilder than I think I am.
I gulp, caught as always between accepting and fighting my nature and unsure what the best action would be.
Flames flicker in the darkness, dragging primal terror from every molecule. Fear freezes me. Into that stillness, awareness grows. The moonlight beams down on my head, cold and dispassionate. It seems to enter my body that is not a body, just as the sunlight and the sound of Ravi’s singing bowls did. The ground beneath my feet has grown cool in the desert night. The flames crackl
