"Celia's Claiming" Pt. 2
Celia rose from the murky depths, temporary appendages humming with newborn energy. I tire of this, but know no alternative.
She sighed, caressing her curves, fingering the soft dark curls at the apex between her supple limbs, and climbed onto the nearest rock far from the shore.
Conjuring a handheld mirror, she assessed her youthful features. Unfortunately, they, too, would be as temporary as her limbs if she disobeyed the fey god.
She slipped from the rock and began her customary swim to shore, wondering who her conquest would be this time. Someone evil, she hoped, or were they all evil.