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Finally back in her room, Jackie rubbed her hands together in anticipation as heat rolled over her from the brilliant nexus of sunlight that floated in the fireplace. Quite the opposite of earlier, she felt her entire body absorbing the heat, slowly taking on the radiant golden glow that it always emanated when she was exposed to direct sunlight.

"So," she mused aloud, "what should I wear for the ball?"

Not many clothes appeared particularly exceptional on Jackie, looking as she did, for the most part, like a normal human being. She'd already ruled out anything black or gray; she'd seen enough of black and gray in the sky for the past few days to last a lifetime. She riffled through her closet, laying promising candidates on her bed to ponder wearing later.

"Too short, barely a dress at all, my mom would kill me, too frumpy," she muttered, totally unaware she was doing so. Her door was open a crack, letting a blazing slice of light out into the hall as a "come in" gesture to anybody feeling friendly. She'd taken off and replaced most of her heavy "wear this on overcast days" clothing, leaving her in a lightweight white tanktop and a pair of denim shorts that she was far more comfortable in. Her eyebrows raised as she pulled a particularly nice outfit out of her closet, holding it up to her body. It was a short, sleeveless, close-fitting cheongsam, a brilliant goldenrod yellow spiderwebbed with thin lines of turquoise. With it on the hanger was a pair of tight-weave black leggings and a choker—brass or gold, she wasn't sure, but quite heavy all the same—of interlocking metal plates, each inscribed with a different Norse rune. Sparing a glance at the extensive pile of clothing on her bed, she shrugged and grinned.

Half an hour later, her door now closed, Jackie's metamorphosis was complete. Gone was the somewhat-scruffy looking teen from before. In her place was an elegantly-clothed young lady. Her hair gleamed with inner light, the cascade of long golden curls streaming down her shoulders and back. Her feet were adorned by a pair of delicate golden stiletto heels. Privately, she congratulated herself for only falling once, though she recognized that falling more would be an inevitability as the night wore on. The cheongsam hugged her body beautifully, and the golden choker—Brilliance, it said, unless she was mistaken—was wrapped around her neck. Wavering slightly in her walk, she examined herself in the mirror, grinned hugely, and nodded to herself.

As soon as she stepped out of her dorm, she felt the glow slipping away, leaving her human in appearance once more. Nodding once again, this time as though to reassure herself, she strutted—there was really no other way to walk in those shoes—off towards the ballroom

The doors were already open, so her plan to toss them open dramatically and stride into the room, gathering the attention of all present, was foiled. Instead, she settled for throwing her arms into the air and announcing,

"The sun...has arrived!"

Then, looking up at the magically-created night sky, she couldn't resist cracking: "And it looks like you all could use it!"
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