The thought-scream rocked the Master back, and elsewhere in the ship, the howls of the Plodex could be heard.
The blog itself was changing more rapidly, Marrina responding to her sister's distress. Limbs solidified, resuming the same general shape as before. But where once there had been feathery wings... now flapped small fins.
As her form finally reasserted itself... it was like a butterfly stepping forth from its cocoon. She was not as she was.
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