Sigdis was in her room, growling as she tried to used the device the humans called a 'brush' and tame her morning hair.
"Who knew sleeping would make it do...this?" she said, looking at it. She pulled it through the black locks, eventually managing it. She sighed in relief, tying it up in a neat ponytail. She stared at herself in the mirror, still not quite believing herself to have a mortal form such as this. She poked at her squishy skin, rubbed her hands together, examined her fingers closely. This was still as real as it was the day she first opened her glowing eyes. She bent over her sink and looked at those eyes closely in the reflecti