Snippet #1607484

"It won't hurt me," she said calmly, confidently. "I can feel its intentions; it will not harm me."
She spoke the truth. Keaira sensed something about the bird that was personified; its life-flow was steady, without kinks. She could feel the magic aura so strongly, she could almost see it. It was intricate, but not unkind.
Keaira glanced to Brennan. "I hope you won't think I'm crazy for saying so," she began slowly, "but I don't think this is a real bird." She looked back to the bird then, and stroked its sleek body with her free hand. "He's something else..."
She stopped mid-stroke, her hand resting on the hawk's body. Her eyes stared straight ahead, unblinking.

She was in the forest. Leaves crumpled beneath her bare feet. Every step, every contact with the earth surged with energy. She reached out and touched the bark of a tree. Its life was at her fingertips. She felt it pulsating, breathing.
She looked around. This forest was beautiful, lush. It was unlike any she had seen before. Deer ran about and paid her no mind. Rabbits fed on the underbrush. Mice scurried to their holes.
She found herself naked, but felt at complete peace. Touching a hand to her bosom, she took a deep breath, exhaling as she pulled her hand away. Glittering magic flowed forth, pouring into the ground before her. A young rowan sprouted and grew, and as she wrapped her arms about the sapling, she became one with the forest.

She blinked suddenly, looking around. This was fake. Something told her... this was not right. It was at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't vocalize it, couldn't quite remember...