Madoka refused to change her name.  It fit in well enough with other Hyrkanian names she'd heard.  She also was a puzzle for the people offering to retrain her.  Madoka had come to accept that she was in a new body fully, once she started trying to use her martial arts training.  The body was flexible, agile... but all her muscle memory was gone.  Madoka began at the beginning... with one change.  She knew what she had to do.  Repetition.  10,000 times.  That was the key.  Her kata was strong, and soon, so her form would be.<br/><br/>One thing her new body's muscles remembered.... Madoka had found a small metal harp, and her hands grasped it naturally.  With her own classical strings training, she found the instrument easy, even natural to play.  She enjoyed the relaxation the music brought her and those around her.<br/><br/>Much tougher was retraining her mind.  Cornellius's words had focused her.  If some arcane magic was the cause of this phenomenon, then, if possible, she must learn this arcana... recognize it.  So that when the time came...<br/><br/>When her body was resting then, she studied the arcane.  It made no sense to her at all... still every evening she tried to break through her mental blocks.  Her body, she discovered, had a knack with wizardry... if she could only release the power, the magic flowed more powerfully than a novice's ever should...  But still, she had only released the magic under strict supervision, supressing her own mental restrictions of what 'should' be impossible.<br/><br/>Still, her wizard trainer was optimistic.  As she left, he presented her a small book, it's first pages filled with the basic spells they had tried together.<br/><br/>He smiled encouragingly, saying. "Give it time.  Find yourself again, Madoka, then try again.  Soon, your mind and body will feel as one again.  When they do, you will be ready."<br/><br/>Madoka had bowed low, unable to express her gratitude properly.  "Thank you for all your help."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs5/i/2004/306/8/b/Monk_of_Cail_by_LunarSeraph.jpg)</div>Then came the day they were to depart this refuge.  Donning the traveling costume she had chosen, she headed out into the square, ready to rejoin her new 'lost' companions.  Already she felt a tie to them, though only a few months had passed.<br/><br/>She set her pack down as they waited, pulled her cloak off, moving into the small grassy area in the middle of the square, she bowed to them, and then, using a tree near the edge of the area as a focus, she began again the basic Kata of her school.  She flowed from move to move, feeling her new body's response, so much like her old.  Already with the training she'd lost some of her curves, her body becoming harder in it's intensive training.  But it was truely becoming HER body.<br/><br/>Ending the Kata with a small smile, she turned to look at the others. "I'm ready." She said simply.