Frey led the way, as they set off in a surprisingly wild run on the way to their destination within one of Nexus City’s many enigmatic forests. While she often made sure to cut loose as much as possible, she did not get out into the wilder parts of Nexus City often. She decided she might have to reconsider that. Out here, away from prying eyes and their expectations she could be a little bit more herself.
A raucously joyous expression shone on Freyn’ja’s face as she led the way ahead of Lobo, as they raced down the knife’s edge between the ethereal and the eldritch that was deep Nexus City. And race they did, Freyn’ja’s slightly altered physiology allowing her to run alongside Lobo as they sped down twisted alleyways and silently overgrown avenues at forty miles an hour.
It wasn’t quite a full release. The All-Mother knew when any of her children dropped their veils, and while not forbidden…well. No one could do ‘silently disappointed judgment’ like Nilin, so Frey avoided giving her more reasons to do the ‘stare’ than she already did.
So she looked mostly the same, just a bit more…herself. Her torso, legs, and arms had elongated slightly, with her armor smoothly shifting to accommodate. Tendons and muscles grew stretched. Bones and circuitry broke and knit anew in a slightly different configuration. Her feet had morphed, five toes and half of her sole melding together into three wide digits grasping the ground firmly as her femur stretched longer above. This gained her about a foot or so of height Her hands underwent a similarly drastic change as her fingers became talon-like, and claws materialized with a loud pop and the smell of burnt ozone. An extra digit on each hand formed from the space where her wrists met the bottom of her palm, growing into a pair of roughly 9-inch long tentacle-like flaps of skin; the black-copper blood glistened on them for a moment, before they twisted and undulated and shook the gore of their creation off. The smallest of openings adorned a wide area near their tips, but they were otherwise smooth and pore-less like the rest of Frey’s skin.
Her head did not change much, but thin and lightly tinted slits opened beneath her eyes. They stretched from the top of her cheekbones and down to just above her chin.
Freyn’ja left out a loud whoop as the street they were in changed from a smooth futuristic metal motif, to a game trail into the outskirts of a lush and ancient forest. All in the blink of an eye. “Still got it!,” she called out behind her. “Was only about 85% sure I was taking us down the right shift-plane. This place is weird.” She did not wait for a response, but rather picked up the pace slightly. She laughed a trilling and musical laugh as she lithely navigated around obstacles. She smoothly jumped over unseen gaps moments before they came across them. She ran up and around trees, not touching the ground for hundreds of yards whilst still keeping up her pace. At one point they came across a wide and shallow burbling brook, filled with archetypal storybook mossy stones. She skipped over them at speed without a look back, her footfalls barely disturbing the moss upon the stones.
“Are you doing okay back there, Lobo?” she called out to her fuzzy-shadowy-fluffy companion just behind. Her question echoed in the dense woods, ringing mischievously as they continued on through the forest's dense and twisting topography.