[ Sizhui seems unchanged. For a moment, at least. Then he blinks, raising his hand up to feel his bare forehead, and he grows pale-- and even more so when he catches sight of the edges of the sleeves of his still-white robes.
Instead of delicate pale blue cloud patterns, there are bold, scarlet flames licking up the sleeves. The same flames edge the entire outside rim of the fabric, and Sizhui's lips tremble only once before he clasps his hands, letting the flowing sleeves cover them. ]
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Instead of delicate pale blue cloud patterns, there are bold, scarlet flames licking up the sleeves. The same flames edge the entire outside rim of the fabric, and Sizhui's lips tremble only once before he clasps his hands, letting the flowing sleeves cover them. ]
Oh.
Um... I guess it really is... random.
[ Not even remotely random. ]