Lane's eyes pressed closed as she spoke against her ear. It was as if he called to whatever was inside her and bid it let its power forth, and it was intoxicating. Lane knew he was probably teasing her, trying to bring back the woman he had seen the night before. The eager ingenue that wanted nothing more than to please him and be pleased by him. She pushed those thoughts aside for now, and tried to concentrate on the task placed before her. She was not sure why she trusted him, all her instincts screamed that it was a foolish thing to do. But still, she felt like he would not do anything that would cause her serious or irreparable harm.<br/><br/>She lifted a hand over the symbols on his table and with a focused concentration, flames began to form beneath the palm of her hand, flaring and floating with the wiggling of Lane's nimble fingers. She opened her hand and the flame traveled downward, meeting the table. At first, it seemed just to singe the symbols he had left there for her, but then she felt it. The energy that the spell he had enacted burst forth and came right for Lane. It felt as if her body was on fire as well, burning from the inside out, but then a transformation began to take hold fully. It was not only her latent abilities that came forth, the spell was apparently a catalyst for transforming her body as well. Physically, her appearance was much the same, but a line of light, almost like the last line of embers burning a piece of parchment, began to make its way over her form. Her skin looked more luminescent and her eyes glowed with their crystal color.<br/><br/>Lane had thought perhaps it was over, but one last transformation began as soon as the others ceased. Light seemed to take form behind her, toward each side of her back. Its brightness grew to a crescendo and that...was when her wings appeared. They were pristine and white, and though Lane could not see them, she could<i>feel </i>them.<br/><br/>"So...Umm, I was going to place bets on like fae or sprite or something, but those typically don't have wings. At least, not like these."<br/><br/>As if on cue, a single feather dislodged and drifted to the floor, punctuated the point that she was not quite what she expected.