When she woke, the unfamiliarity of this place felt wrong, the wind, the atmosphere, the sounds…
The air was cold, heavier than when she last remembered it and the ground smelt foreign – damp earth replaced the tang of refreshing river mint, and it wasn’t just that, no.
Her body felt heavier, lower… furs would brush against the soil as she inhaled before a startled huff left her mouth before she could stop it – ears would twitch at the unfamiliar sounds surrounding her.
This was no kingdom, there were no rivers, no… no Elvienne.
Her heart struck against her chest, just where an earth was she… and why did she no longer have arms, legs… robes… replaced by a blanket of pale fur upon her skin, with a nose longer than she’d have liked and ears in the wrong place…
