<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Eliza blinked as she took in a slow breathe, some small amount of nausea remained but she knew the difference between having an unsettled stomach and being sick. The second shifting, for that was what it had to be, had left her stomach unsettled. She thought as she laid there listening to the others stir. Reason had that some force had changed her and brought her someplace else. Until proved otherwise she would thank the goddess for the deliverance.<br/><br/><br/>Her eyes followed the soft raise and fall of the silk and fabric of the ceiling…*desert or something similar* was her thought. She shifted just enough to look as the tent flap opened. Uncannily similar to old Arab garb that clothed the man, so there were parallels. <br/><br/>She stayed lying as the other man walked in and began to talk, and answering questions. *‘Secret…makes a bit of sense how this Cornelius explains it…sort of like witness protection.’*<br/><br/>Finally she shifted, naturally sexily and sensual in her movements to stand, her hand s sliding through her thick hair as a smile curls her pouty lips. “Well Cornellius, I once called Eliza, a Wiccan witch and a lawyer which some of my friends said was just another form of being a witch. I was dying of cancer and will give thanks to the goddess for this body and hope that its prior owner is in someplace nice. Cloths would be nice as will food. For now I will keep my questions and answers till I have had a chance to clear my head and get used to pointy ears and a super model’s body…”</span>