Nothing had ever felt as strange to Zinnedianne as the sensation of having her very self changed. She could feel breasts had swelled beneath wide belly scales, and her hunger rattled her mind. What had happened?! What had her sister done to her? Quickly scampering into the dilapidated town, she made her way to the ruined school building, the foreign structure the closest she could find to the great stone palaces of her home. Finding herself lost inside, she began tearing open lockers, desperate to find something to clothe herself in. However, all that remained were rotten scraps of uniforms and the sad memories of children long gone. Soon though, she heard something walking, hearing the heavy foot/hoof falls of Clare. Not wanting to be found in such a state, she dashed through the nearest door, and dove underneath the sodden remains of a great oaken desk; she'd found the main office, just as Clare was about to.