The girl often comes to these tall dark woods. She likes the way that the shadows stretch themselves upon the floor, and the way her hooves make little noise. Her gut quivers the deeper she goes, filled with a tension, and an excitement, and even a little fear. These woods seem utterly magical and mysterious to her. She has not even begun to scour even half of them, but still she feels as if she knows them. The earth is her lineage and her birthright.

She comes here often to escape.

The girl leaves the Edge in her raven form. Although many who dwell in the cliffs know her by that shape, many outside do not. The girl hopes today - as she has hoped on many other occasions just like this one - that no one will take notice of one oddly large crow flying into the woods. A demi-child? Yes. A bird? Nah. She drops below the canopy of leaves, her black body easily shifting to avoid branches that called out to her to perch. She flies through the columns of light with grace and ease, heading towards the deep pool. The girl likes the way the pool almost appears to be filled with blood, but when the waters are stirred you quickly realize that it's crystal clear. This spot, the conjunction of water and earth, is where she likes best to hide.

Landing on feet that are suddenly equine, the girl slips from her raven form into her body. She has grown considerably - her legs are long and lanky and threaten to continue to grow. Although she was only born at the beginning of Tallsun she already looks half a year old. While her eyes seem to sparkle with a wisdom beyond her years - when she uses her magic as she is now, a youthful thrill gives her away.

The girl lays down next to the pool. She likes the way the pine needles and dirt press upon her belly. Her coat does not become dirty as she does this, instead it just becomes dirt. Her outstretched hind-legs begin to grow moss, and her hooves seem to be composed now of thick chunks of clay. Moss creeps up her tail, and begins to lovingly cover her flanks as well. The girl doesn't mind. The more invisible she becomes, the more hidden she will stay. Her head and shoulders do not succumb to this magic, for they continue to move slightly and she weaves a different sort of magic.

The girl discovered not to long ago that she could control the earth, as well as compose herself out of it. She whispered little shapes into being and watched with joy as they moved around her. Three shapes - roughly the size of herself - carried out some soundless play meant solely for her enjoyment. They seemed to be created out of clay and dirt, with some grass and moss on their 'heads' for good measure. They sort of looked like dragons, but in most respects they did not. They were simply the abstract creations of a powerful child.

With bright golden eyes the girl watched as her shapes skipped around the pool, chasing one another.