skin depth

Pyra lays a hand to her cheek, absorbing the subtle horror of it all.

She has remained exactly as lain to rest for five hundred years. She has not changed since Mythra changed her.

And here is Brighid, the centerfold censure for most unchanging, über-effective Blade in all of Alrest, applying elastifying tonic.

Brighid, who is breathlessly beautiful. Brighid, who is exemplary, extraordinary, egalitarian in her derision.

Pyra thinks no less of Brighid, for this. Contrarily; she is fascinated, epiphanated, more.

What else - exquisite - must lurk beneath their skin, self-concealed behind a softest hush of ether sealing the dermis loc-tite?