Jos gazed up at the impressive portrait in the hallway right outside the room she would be sleeping in. She ran her hand over the soft ripple of the oil painting as she studied the armor-clad man and black winged stallion he stood beside. "You look so... different..." She said, feeling his eyes on her.
Arei let out a stiff grunt, "You have no idea."
She leaned in to study the man better, tracing her fingers over some of the tattoos. "Some of these looks different as well..."