Sylas' eyes looked at the swirled tufts of white hair that almost looked… styled. He couldn't help but wonder if it was just like that naturally, or if it was groomed to be like that. And if it was groomed on purpose, then how was it that it had managed to maintain itself while she changed from centaur to human, and then back again?
Also, why did her horn only grow out when she lost her original lower half? It was an odd correlation.
Megean blinked when she noticed Sylas' gaze focused on her lower half. At first, she thought it was just the first time he had seen a member of the Unitaur Race, so she didn't think much of it. But then she suddenly remembered something, and her face went bright red.
She hurried to turn around, pulling out a pair of pants from what must have been a spatial device.
Sylas felt a heat inside of him drum itself up as she jiggled around, struggling far too much to put on what was most definitely a pair of pants that was much too tight for her.
