The Reflections

=== Caelyn ===
If you take a peek at yourself, you will see yourself mostly as you are now, but with an almost holy golden light coming from behind you. You see that there are piles of rubies at your feet, and a golden string wrapped tight around your throat.
=== Milly ===
You see yourself a few years older, 3 or 4 years older, a little more grown than you are now. Very finely dressed, not in the way you would necessarily dress yourself now, but in the way you can imagine, if you were ever to get older and more serious, in very fine clothes. This very long, almost like a dress, this long flowing cloak coming off the shoulders behind it. You seem happy in your reflection, quite chipper, though there is a certain light no longer behind your eyes. Looking at your paws you can see that some spots have moved, creating patterns on the back of just your hands, where you can see almost bones over top into your fur. You are wearing a lot of silver jewelry and seem very happy in your very fine clothes.
=== Pryderi ===
Seeing your reflection, your reflection, you see almost barklike skin crawling up half your face covering most of your neck and going down your chest. There are flowers sprouting from the cracks between where the bark overlaps, both your eyes seeming completely hollowed out inbetween some of these cracks, where the bark seems to have split open almost like a log struck by lightning, you can see embers glowing from within. There's no expression on the face of your reflection, only an empty and hollow stare. As you can almost hear the crisp crackle of firewood burning.
=== Passion ===
You see a recently familiar sight, no reflection of yourself in the mirror, only the hound you saw outside.
=== Chance ===
You see yourself slightly different than you are now, more alive. Brown eyes instead of red, you have clothes on from a time you don't remember. Blood staining your white sleeves, a dagger firmly stuck between your shoulder blades. The expression on your reflection is sad, almost mournful and filled with regret. As despite your hands being quite steady, you see those of your reflection shake slightly.
(the golden scabbed wound on Chance's face is reflected as a normal red/brown colouration)
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