Vanniall Trans =link= -

I wish to be seen as I am.

Vanniall looked at their reflection in a polished soul-coin. She saw a face of polished silver, with eyes like twin amethysts. She saw herself . vanniall trans

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a soft, silver heat bloomed from their center. The brass didn't crack—it flowed . The sharp, angular faceplate softened into a gentle, feminine curve. The dark oak of their shoulders lightened to pale birch, rounding into slender, elegant lines. The grating rumble of their voice melted into the warm, lilting melody they’d always hummed. I wish to be seen as I am

The transformation began, as all things in the Gloaming do, with a debt. She saw herself

They pressed the scale to their chestplate.

And for the first time in three hundred years, she is not wearing a disguise. She is simply trans . Transformed. Transparent. True.