Now added to Tikki’s fear of being caught in a magician’s dream comes the
frightening realization that the mage must know what she is. Tikki struggles to 
keep her fear hidden—and looks down. What she sees makes no sense. Her own body
is like the magician’s, radiant and white. Strange traceries of a white even
more bright than the rest of her form lie on her breast like necklaces. They 
seethe and pulse just like the traceries coiling around the mage’s neck and arm.