'Tyrande' moved with a graceful step, her hips swaying in her dress in a way reminiscent of the gnome's gait from before. It seemed, however, that Winnie had at least done this transformation - or something of that height - once before, as she didn't seem to have trouble judging distances and movements, ducking down barriers that would be too tall for the priestess' body. She giggled at the orc's comments. "Oh, please. I live in a -tree-." She spoke with a little more mischief than one might expect from a regal ruler of the kaldorei, but then again, Winnie didn't copy -everything- of her in that sense.<br/><br/>"This is your home?" She stood up and started to straighten her gown, brushing it off. "..Hm. Not bad at all.. how's it look on the inside?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>