what's about to eat her

Moä Te Her mind was foggy, a swirling mass of nothingness.  That is what the heavy magic here in the Rift does.  It strips you to your very soul and casts you aside when you have nothing left to give.  Of course, there are a few places where you can escape the dark. Places where you can't feel the beading eyes staring at you.  She stares ahead at one such place, an island of light.  Where small creatures feed on the candied fruit that grows from the groves of trees.  She steps forward, the ocean that lays between her and the forgotten refuge lapping around her canon bones. With a breath, she closes her eyes, entering the water deeper until it splashed around her chest.  The way is a long swim, but if she could manage to control her transformation magic, it would be an easy one.  There...the feeling of her body shifting.  It hurts, oh how it hurts, but the pain is something that she must endure.  Almost like her bones are breaking to make way for her aquatic form, and for a moment she cried out. But she succeeded. In her place floated a massive ray.  The rainbow of colors that marked her hide now shone brightly on leathery skin. She didn't have long, but the magic rendered her paralyzed for a moment.  Her nostrils, now replaced with gills, swelled and started to sort out oxygen from the water. She tested her watery wings, letting the tide take her out further into the deep.  Satisfied, she propelled herself forward, staying close to the surface but never breaking it. She needed to hurry if she didn't want to get stranded in the middle of the ocean.  Already she could feel the strain of the magic pulsating in her head.  She held on, watching as the shore slowly grew closer.  She will have to practice her magic.  It certainly seems handy. As a heavy exhaustion started to set in, she was finally close enough to let her magic dissipate.  The agonizing feeling of shifting back to her normal form made her clench her teeth, tears mixing with the salty sea.  Her hooves clambered up the rocky shore, pulling her closer to the beach.  The sand felt warm as she collapsed upon it, lungs screaming for air.     Out of the corner of her eye, a flash of blue and white descended on the island.  Her head twisted around, straining to see where the flyer went. Was it one of them? Her curiosity peaked, and she struggled to stand and go look for it. With wobbly legs, she entered the trees, sending out a resounding greeting to whoever had landed.  After all, this place hasn't been tainted by the dark.  Why should she worry?