((why yes, I will attempt to do every one of these RP prompts with Kit/Rift AUs. just try and stop me :U))
The first thought she had was, My dreams are becoming stranger.
She had, of course, always been pale. It was one of the things that drew the sorcerer to her, one of the things that made her what she was: pale of skin, green of eye, a wild tumble of flame-colored hair. Of course, since their encounter with him, his magic was slowly relinquishing its hold on them, and some of that had begun to change. There was now a faint dusting of freckles across her nose and atop the backs of her arms--- or there should have been. Today, there wasn't. She was as milk-pale as she had ever been, perhaps paler still. She felt her chest constrict as she stared at her hands, a terrible fear creeping up.
But it had to have been a dream, a nightmare. Her memories of the journey had been too long and too full. It wasn't until she turned around and saw her own body that she realized something was amiss.
And then the body stirred, shifting in its sleep, murmuring with the same voice that she had used all her life. With growing horror, she looked down at the rest of herself. She was still herself, sort of--- it was as if everything had been washed pale. For a moment she wondered whether she was a ghost, but the realization hit her that she couldn't see Rift anywhere.
It couldn't be... But what if it was? She knelt by herself, knelt by the body, and shook its shoulders urgently. "Wake up!" she said, still in her own voice. Her certainty was already growing in tandem with her dread, but she wanted to be sure whether her suspicions were true. And if they were, well... She would cross that bridge when they get to it.