[She recognizes that glow. She's stared into it thrice and has yet to flinch from it. Yet almost protectively, she pulls upon her own. Almost surprised when instead of a cat or a bird, she feels the coldness of the swamp and familiar horrors she has mastered since she could first mold vines and roots to her own will and found solace among the animals therein.
She turns, wearing her magic like a cloak. Purple and black smoke curling around her form with an occasional blue spark of lightning. Long black hair down, almost to her waist. She toys with a small silver ring before she allows the transformation-- crouching down and in her place, a crow takes flight, landing on the strange machine. It fit better than a black bear, and a bereskarn, and she unfortunately liked him enough not to immediately scare him off with insects.]
Oh, I heard. [Did she listen, however? ...Okay, yes, she did. Doesn't mean she liked the implications.] Though it seems it did not go both ways.
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She turns, wearing her magic like a cloak. Purple and black smoke curling around her form with an occasional blue spark of lightning. Long black hair down, almost to her waist. She toys with a small silver ring before she allows the transformation-- crouching down and in her place, a crow takes flight, landing on the strange machine. It fit better than a black bear, and a bereskarn, and she unfortunately liked him enough not to immediately scare him off with insects.]
Oh, I heard. [Did she listen, however? ...Okay, yes, she did. Doesn't mean she liked the implications.] Though it seems it did not go both ways.