#twibite

Twilight slips the necklace on as the green glow fades to the blue of the stone beneath the light. She feels something surge through her, and the green light in her eyes fades from her vision. Putting it on... She breathes deeply. My true nature is hidden. Only the 'Scars' of infection remain. She looks at her reflection in the window before turning away. Green in her pupils, green sclera. This revelation has her considering things regarding a specific pony she'd been working with in the field. Null... To all who see me, I appear cured. Partly magic from the stone, partly the fact that she looks mostly like her old self. Twilight shakes her feathers, stretches, and waits as she hears a sound outside the lab. Rarity's voice. Who is she speaking to? The guard, maybe. Is she coming to visit? Twilight's heart swells. The door opens. "Twilight?" Rarity calls, sounding nervous. "I heard some noises..." Step, step, step. Closer to her cell. Steady hooves. "Are you alright?" Twilight doesn't answer, standing stock still and waiting. Like a predator for its lured prey. "Hmm..." Rarity sounds unsure, but still she steps closer. "Twilight?" She calls again, then whispers to herself. 'What Am I Doing?!' "Is everything okay?" Then Rarity comes upon her examination window, sees Twilight, sees that she is no longer altered and strange, no longer visibly wrong. "Ah..." Her eyes widen at Twilight's turned back. "Twi...?" She says, awed. "You're..." Twilight smiles, turning her head to Rarity. The smile is genuine. She is happy. "I feel so much Better." Twilight says to her friend, joyful and serene.

I am Perfected. She looks as she did before now, mostly. Before the others stopped talking to her like she was a pony like them. Before she realized she wasn't anymore. Knowing. Her eyes glow beneath her lids, Green and brilliant like glowing, deadly gems. Or Radium Glass. She bows to the Stallion. Power given New Form. He smiles, approving and patronly. She is Kin now, after all. And one always treats Kin with kindness and a Gentle hoof. His halo of green swirls as he digs something from his hood. And he is a Guide and Guardian. He hands out his hoof, a trinket wrapped around the cleft. A silver chain, delicate and lovely, with a delightful blue stone attached. But it glows within, that lovely and warm green. I am given a gift. A welcome gift. She takes it in hoof. A green-glowing blue stone necklace. She gazes, dazed and fascinated. It is Beautiful. He speaks in his strange voice. She listens, rapt. For Hiding. Among The. Frightened and Uneducated. A lovely gift, from a lovely patron. She will cherish it. She looks up from the necklace when his light fades, and he is gone.

Kept Safe. Suddenly, I know what I am. Kept Mind.