He wasn't doing much to change her mind. She really wanted to like him. Especially when he finally drank some of the hot chocolate. Ariadne understood that there was an unspoken amount of trust that came with that.

And she supposed she ought to reciprocate in turn. So she changed for him.

It wasn't dramatic, exactly. More like waves of heat rising off of a warm pavement. The colors of her form rippled and changed, swirling like a wet water color. And when it stopped, Ariadne was in her natural form: Skin green as the underside of a maple leaf, hair blue like candy floss, her lips dark lavender.

"Species," she replied, bowing her head. "And culture too, I suppose. Although I was mostly raised by Elves, so I've adopted a lot of their ways."