No matter what the Ontex genes took, they couldn’t remove her heritage. Even her now-silver hair still had its natural wave. She was still Jayd, no matter what her freaky biology was doing. She touched the outline of the waning moon on her forehead as she always did before leaving for her day. It was the last place that Dora had touched her, and that light kiss had kept a tiny patch of skin human. It was the centre point for the moon and the mark twisted around it. Being in Nyal space and a genetic accident meant she wasn’t fully human but that one small part of her was, and she was going to hang onto it. Jayd listened to the messages and made notes on the briefings she was supposed to attend. True seers were scarce. Sitting in judgement on capital cases was just part of the fun of her position. She was waiting for her executioner to join her, which was something she never thought she would consider to be a normal working environment.
