Aetheiria laughed inside at the thought of keeping clothes on while changing being an easy task.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe if he was a strong magic user...</span>she thought, beginning to realize their ability opposites. She began her transformation from a dragon into a human with one quick movement, spinning slowly on the ball of her right human foot as she finished; her hair swaying gently behind her. She was wearing a loosely fitted cream top and it fell off both her shoulders, revealing a black undergarment. She was wearing black shorts, that showed off the length of her legs, which ended in small cut black boots. She was now standing across from Fraener's large dragon body, noticing his stillness when she said, "You don't have any clothes do you?" She felt words of agreement run through her mind from Fraener and she gave the situation a second thought and said, "Well how about we go back and pick up something and then we can practice." She watched as Fraener nodded his head at her and she smiled. She spun, changing and taking off into the air with several large thrusts of her wings. She sent thoughts of racing to Fraener, with a reply back, calling her a cheater.<br/><br/>The trip was short, though along the way she felt anxious while trying to keep her flight smooth in an effort to outrun Fraener. She heard his laughs in her head and meshed it with her own. They made it to 'their' cave, landing hind legs first with hovering wings. She waited outside for him on the lip of the cave, looking down and out at the valley a short distance away, noticing how green the grass was. Fraener was ready and as they took off she noticed the small bundle of clothes dangling from his claw.<span style="font-style: italic">Even if he brought extra clothes, we may not be able to get that far</span>she thought to herself skeptically. They made their way to the stone forest, and she slowly landed in a notch of green in between a bundle of rocks, with Fraener keeping his distance to change. She sat down along the soft grass, her legs crossed, and awaited Fraener's quick return. He arrived and sat across from her, she scooted closer, their knees touching. She looked up at him, "Objects go to an almost alter universe." She closed her eyes, "You reach out to a sacred  place that you can, in a sense, always manifest. At first, the place will hold you down because you will always be 'watching' your items, but over time it will be like breathing...no thoughts." She opened her eyes, noticing the slight understanding in his eyes. "It takes time." She clarified. She took hold of a rock, grabbing his hand and dropping it lightly into his palm, "First we'll practice with a rock." She said. She grabbed a rock of her own and explained, "As I said before, you need to find a 'place' to put your rock. It has to be somewhere you will always remember, because if you can't access it, after a couple times it will be lost forever. Like I said, it will always be gnawing at the back of your mind for awhile, to keep track of it until you get used to it. Have you found a place?" She noticed his eyes were closed, his brilliant white hair moving in the wind,<span style="font-style: italic">It looks so soft to the touch....</span>she began thinking until she saw him nodding. She explained she needed to place the rock in his hand to that place, and from there she supervised his practice.<br/><br/>Transporting a small rock came with ease over time and she increased the rock size, explaining if he had a good foundation, other objects would become easier. Once Fraener began getting cocky, she explained how the shape of objects change the difficultly, "Rocks are thick all the way through, smooth surface. Clothes are think and differently shaped, swords and bows and odd shaped all around. You'll see." They continued this way until the near of dusk. Fraener laid back with a large sigh, showing large frustration, "My head hurts now." He half laughed. She pushed hair out of her face and edged her way close his face, his eyes closed, "I know the feeling" she said. She was sitting next to his face and arm, her legs off to the side. She began moving her hand close to his face, hesitate at first, but continuing on. She pushed her hand through his thick hair, lightly pushing against his scalp as she moved her way through his hair repeatedly. She pulled along the roots lightly as she moved her fingers through the lengths of his hair, and watching as the white strands slowly fell from her grasp. She heard him hum, and she smiled at the thought and said, "Not easy was it?"<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.destinationspoint.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/p1090128.jpg">Stone Forest</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/e8/b3/di/brownhair.jpg">Shirt</a>