Unconcerned about everyone's stunned eyes, Jasmine stood still as the pools of black ink and white ink kept spinning around her body nonstop until... they started wrapping around her form tightly.
Then, her skin began to change... black lines formed across it, like mesmerizing tribal tattoos that moved slowly back and forth.
Her dress stretched longer, turning into a black gown that brushed the ground... the edges of it dripped with dark ink that vanished as it touched the sand.
Her hair changed next... half of it turned white, the other half black... both sides flowing down her shoulders freely.
When she opened her eyes, they looked like two swirling drops of ink, spinning slowly as if alive... even the inked black mark around her right eye emerged, painting almost an exact image of N'ibby, but in adult form.
