Second Helpings (OPEN)

On they would trek, a considerable distance that the trees themselves would become difficult for the Rex to navigate given her size. They had come to a sizeable alcove, when the creature did something rather unthinkable. Celeste wanted to believe for a moment that the lengthy time in the sun had started to affect her eyesight. Though as shades of green coalesced and became shades of purple and pink, and the eventual contortion of the predator’s size, the witch became more concerned with what she was made to observe. Transformation magics to some extent, or possibly some natural form of camouflage. Whatever the answer, Celeste found the display rather fascinating. Though on and on the intimidating hunter shrank, until at last, she stood at a less imposing height some inches shorter than the blond.

Celeste had to raise a brow upon further examination of the creature’s new form, a rather imperfect replication of a humanoid body. She had to admire the hunter’s skill, to be able to Transmogrify one’s entire cellular structure like that. The witch could only go so far as to alter the aesthetics of her appearance, but to actually bend and reform bone and tissue like that...was simply marvelous. She cast an incredulous smirk before closing her eyes, then raised a hand to the sky to let out a prominent snap to echo through the woods. With a flash of light some appropriately themed clothes would manifest on the grass before the once Rex.

The questions offered didn’t escape her notice either, for no sooner than she had completed her small benevolent task did Celeste turn from her new acquaintance to offer a nonchalant shrug. ”Perhaps it’s escaped your attention, but I’m a tad dangerous.” She’d touch her fingertips to her collarbone, then spin on her heel once she believed May had properly clothed herself. ”I’m not exactly what my people call normal per say. Some are even frightened by us, so much in fact they will go to whatever lengths to have us killed. Positively charming folks those lot. Much like those farming friends of yours.”

PL: 24,000 | Antisense: Inactive
- uses Magic Materialization to spawn May some clothes
WC: 350
TWC: 4082

”More so or less,” she shook her head before stepping closer. ”The small ones are fickle things.” She stepped into the full light of the sun, tilting her chin toward its radiance. As always, her eyes took a moment to adjust. This was not her element. She was used to forests which crackled overhead day and night, devoid of warmth and comfort under an ever-present blanket of levin and shadow. The more the protosaur inquired further about the thesis behind their small talk, the more Celeste found herself wading again through puddles of nostalgia. A shrug offered when questioned again, Celeste would let her gaze falter to find May’s once more, scarlet devoid of their usual resplendence.

”The small ones fear what is different, cowering before what they don’t understand. Far too easier to burn our kind than to learn anything from us.” The blond’s voice laced bitterly with a venom when she spoke about the ungifted, the normal, common man. It wasn’t often that Celeste found someone to speak to about the world like this, not since she left home, since everything changed. It was still too raw and fresh to even accept as real or truth really, even if it had been several months now. To even think or consider these places or people that once touched and meant so much to her heart and life on any everyday basis, as gone – irreplaceable, was still too surreal and disturbing.

Dreams painted in red, memories tied to that place now monochrome in their former splendor, evanescent the writing on those walls.

”I had a home once, now it's gone. I took everything, and everyone that was ever dear to me for granted,” Celeste paused. Something crossed her eyes then - Anger? Heartache? It was a strange feeling, certainly, sinking through her chest. How many times had she been called a monster by those people? Souls she would have once given her life to defend and save. She was an anomaly and she knew it well, but that didn’t mean that they had to say it aloud, to decry her of her heritage and place among them. It was unforgivable, and really Celeste had expected better. She gave a sigh and sauntered away from the changeling, casually toying with a lock of her hair as she considered the past season thoughtfully.

”Alas, such is my blessing and curse.”

The witch would pause with consideration, before turning a glance back to the rare specimen.

"I'm afraid, however, our time together has come to a close. Do take better care in the future, hm?"

A jovial wave, and the witch would vanish in a cloud of umbral smoke.

PL: 24,000 | Antisense: Inactive
- exit attempt
WC: 399
TWC: 4,481