Lais sometimes just sat in the square, just watching the small, almost imperceptible changes to strangers’ faces as they went about their days. A subtle trimming of the nose here, a shift of muscle tone there. She grew a little taller, he a little wider; each adjustment reflected the small changes to who they were from their experiences. The faces of the men arguing grew slightly more angular, their brows more furrowed - after arguing for over an hour, their changes would most likely deepen and become more permanent, changing their souls for good.
Lais enjoyed deciphering the code of each person’s soul, etched on their bodies for all the world to see. True, their coloring and general shape were inherited from their parents, but
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