The moment that it does happen, like fate would always have it's ways done in that style, nothing clicks into the places they're meant to be. Instantly, all within the girl becoming a woman's head is nothing but square pegs attempting to place themselves in round holes. Her headache becomes more old school business, her legs wobble weakly and all moisture in her mouth dries up.
No, it's not supposed to be this way, but life's going to have it exactly that way so her young heart, finding a fresh though surely not secure foothold in a new look on reality that might let bygones be bygones, but no, here it was fast to be swept out from beneath her.
She wants to scream. She needs to scream. The tears she has not cried in some moons need to roar down her face like waterfalls. None of it happens, all to her endless horror.
Why, she.might as well go ahead and piss upon herself.
This isn't Amara, not anymore that is.
All those that would come to know her, or knew her before this point in reality's flow, would have to see her in two different ways. The tears roar down from those pretty pale blue eyes that would be adored over for hours are all to real as her wounded glass heart finally takes the hard hit and shatters to millions of pieces.
"I'M SO FUCKING SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO ANY OF THIS TO YOU."
Wanting, needing, dying just to tear and rip her eyes from their sockets, to bring them away from the sight of her best friend now monster standing before her.
Let's face it, it'll be one hell of a nightmare for years to come.
Sikeax backpedals, legs tangling into one another until they've got her sitting pretty on her ass. The horror displayed in her eyes is all but too real. Truthfully, she wanted Adrixaura for once. She wanted the cold Frostfall days with the Northern Lights and maybe not so interesting stories, but most importantly, she wanted her mother. Soothing words and a loving embrace could go further than anything right now.
Shutting those precious little eyes and letting the tears go to the cold snow, her ears are forced to hear each and every snarl brought to them while filtering out every sob and pleas she has going right now.
"P-Please.... Please. I want my sister back." Tears go down her face harder now and she's way past her breaking point.
Oh pretty babe, pretty, pretty babe, with tears in her tears and sobs in her throat, it's never going to be normal again.

OOC: Speed reply because my heart, my muse, my feelings.
Not going to lie when I tell you I cried true tears while writing this.
@[Amara]

Also, if Sikeax can figure out that going to the Wall and having Amara drink the water heals her, want to do that?


If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?