She sighed, than nodded. "Fine. I'll trust you. But there's still one problem..." The clouds swirled again, showing Nightshade, still a Draconequus, being held down by Raven and Winter as Dusty stood over her. "...How do we fix that?"
"Dark chaos magic. Anger and disharmony like I've never experienced. It's... too hard to control. I can barely keep my mind and body together."
"I honestly don't know," she said. "I've never heard of it being done. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure I even want to get rid of it." She stared at the image, admiring her new form. "I mean... look at me now. I'm gorgeous."
"I know Raven will love you despite your appearance. But what about your mind? This form, to me at least, represents severe instability. And if I may be honest..." He looked Nightshade right in the eyes. "You were absolutely stunning as a mare."
The moment that Az and Maya stopped looking at Van, he was actually once again upstairs, this time in one of the vacant bedrooms, just looking around.
Van snuck under some covers and laid on top of the bed, "Soft." Mat had come back downstairs, seeing Az and Maya, "... You figured what is up with that stallion, right? More or less?"
Maya shrugged. "Just is what it is." "Apparently," said Dusty, "one of Azrael's strikes caused serious brain damage. I could repair that, but it would only tackle the possible physical, more recent causes. Other causes... from what I've observed, truly, everything can be traced back to your father."
"Let's start with the more pressing problem. If I've got brain damage, I'd like to... well, undamage it."
Dusty nodded. Outside, the real Dusty started casting his healing spell on her brain, making slow repairs. "This will take a moment," the Dusty avatar said. "In the meantime, I'll keep this image of myself right here."
