The firefly lady laced with light waltzed through the trees. Her eyes flicked around. She turned her face upward to the sky, sighing. The war was over, and she had not gotten to avenge Lazarus. Derevko’s blood thrummed. She looked over at the rustling trees, dropping their leaves.
She slipped over to a little stream. Derevko was hot and not completely clean; she was due for a swim. But as she plunged into the water, she let out a yelp. Her fur began to fall out, drifting in the water. She slipped as her legs quickly fused. Scales covered her skin. Fins bubbled along Derevko’s back and overtook her front legs, and she yelled in shock. A painful itch covered her scale-slathered skin.
When it was over, she was a fish. She had gills. Holy shit!
A smile wreathed Derevko’s face as she floated in the stream. She could swim. She could spy. She wasn’t just a Lamprydae!
Imagine the look on little Snowflake’s face when she saw her sister now. Breathing underwater, being a fish. She could swim all the way to the edges of Tarben and give them a shock. Her spots pulsed softly in the water.
Derevko lanced a fish on its way past her. The little bass died quickly. She gulped it down then splashed in the water. How did this work? The water was clear and cold. She submerged herself, laying there on the rocky bottom for a bit.

“This woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation.”