The autum sun was unusually hot today mixing with the humidity of the morning fog that had crept across Taigas land  causing small drops of sweat and water to sit tenderly on Lethy's back. The soft purple glow that eminated from her being was like a small beacon to all who passed close enough to where she stood. 

She found herself in simple thoughts trying to push back the dam of abandonment she knew she would inevitably feel. The warmth of Aten's body was no more and the laughter of her son no longer graced the forest. 

But she did not have time to feel such things. She had visited the mountain and the fairies had given her one more thing to commit to. If Aten was not here to defend the forest she would need to change things, change parts of herself. 

After her almost fight for leadership and the realization that she had no way to defend the place she loved she sought for a way to change that. Aten had thought it a good idea to find the magic that would change him to dragon, could she do the same?

Her dark amethyst eyes found solace in the canopy above, her body riddled with stress - despite the blanket of peace she was trying so hard to maintain.