Jack of Harts

I met my first openly-Nightborn Peloran during The War. No, I can’t say her name. And I can’t say where I met her. That’s classified. Seriously, I don’t have clearance to know, and I was there. My point is that there are stories about them that I know from experience simply aren’t true. Firstly, they can’t change their eyes. Those are bright red. Always. They can’t change their weight or bone structures. They’re not like shape shifters from mythical stories. They can’t mimic the looks of any one person, so you don’t have to worry about one of them wearing your face around town. But yes, that coal-black skin of theirs can mimic any color they choose to take. And they can do the same with their hair. This girl I’m talking about? Her hair and skin were coal-black when she was all natural. But give her some time to prep, and she was a natural redhead down to the freckles on her tatas so realistic that no man would question it. Yeah, there’s the eyes, but if we’re being honest, how many of us really look that high? And even if we do, contacts and shades are a thing, and they work pretty good.