Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

Esma's eyes widened, when the wolf before her morphed into a tiny bird and then regained its form again. She had known of magic - the kind of her mom told her, when things were going on about Atka and Sos - but she had never witnessed it with her own eyes. And she had to admit that an actual experience trumped anything that her mind could have come up with. Her excitement for the spectacle bubbled to the surface and her previously shy and somewhat cowed expression changed into a happy genuine smile, lighting up her features and reflecting in her green gaze. It was very rare, when she showed emotions before other people, therefore this was the first. 

Challenged to try it out herself, however, made her contemplative and unsure. Esma was convinced that most people were better at everything than her, therefore this beat any motivation of trying it herself. She believed that it either had to be perfection or nothing at all. The fear of failure and embarrassment that would naturally follow, did not even allow her to try out things she would have liked to do. But then... the wolf had said that the imagination was a very powerful tool and, while she never shared the things that went on inside her mind with others, thus giving an impression of a dull and boring person, there was a little hope in her that at least in this field in life she was good at. Because it did not appear that others tended to lose themselves in the dreamland as she did. 

"Alright," she nodded, eager to try, but still unsure. There was a whole list of questions on, how exactly Wraen had achieved the transformation. By analogy of the rituals Ash Paw carried out to talk with the gods, it could not be as simple as just having a thought and then having it happen, right? But she was not sure either, what exactly should she ask. And then - what if this worked differently for different people. "I will be... a... deer!" she said, squeezed her eyes shut and the creases on her forehead told, how much the kid was focusing on the task. Nothing happened for a while and then slowly and gradually a set of antlers grew on top of her head. Esma felt the change and impatient to see the result, she opened her eyes. 

Much to her disappointment - with the exception of the weight of her newly imagined crown, the rest of the body had remained the same. "It did not work," she turned to Wraen, as if she would know the answer of why and how.