Aife

“Set. Install.”

I shrunk five inches. My hair receded up into my head, becoming a short, almost pixie-ish cut. My costume morphed into a coarse, thick fabric, hardier and more durable than modern cotton. Black shirt, black pants, maroon vest, loose maroon chaps, lined with golden trim. Leather boots, a skirt of golden scales. A single spaulder on the left shoulder.

Aífe the Handsome. Aífe the Indomitable.