*Just as all the rest had appeared and come staggering out of the sand, so too did Chastian.   She’d been taken while asleep.  She was huddled into the fissure in the outer wall of a very run down building.  She  hadn’t been highly visible there.<br/>She awoke after being ported away with remnants of the green fire still flashing before her eyes.  The sudden shift had made her a little ill. She wretched almost violently into the sand which stuck to her face afterwards.  Oh…now that was just nasty!  She blinked, one hand sliding over her body.  She was NAKED!  Where had the sand come from? After brushing the sand from her face she knelt up slowly to look around.<br/>She thought she saw others in the distance.  She got to her feet to head in that direction.  She then also realized her nipples were a little sore.  She looked down to find her piercings gone and the site where they’d been pierced slightly bloody.  She crossed her arms over her bosom and kept trudging onward.<br/><br/>IT was only then that a stray lock of hair fell into her face. That caused her to pause and blink.  It was the color of a nut!  She looked down at her body, wondering if her hair was the same color all over.  She learned not only that it was but her body was also different.  Delicate fingers trailed over her face and ears.  She let loose a rather loud cry of fear and confusion.  No longer, was she human.  She had become a tall Halfling.<br/><br/>Just as she began drawing nigh those she’d seen in the distance, she felt another pain.  She shrieked aloud from the pain and fell face first into the sand.  It felt as if something had jumped up and bit her VERY HARD in the ass! She lay there in the sand crying. Oh how that hurt.  Then the nausea assailed her, and once more she wretched into the sand.  She lay there whimpering like a wounded animal and curled into a tiny ball of misery.<br/><br/>She’d missed all the name sharing with the others.  She wakened a little while after the others.  When she did so, it was with a start and a cry of fear.  Wide amber eyes peered about the tent.  Though the blue clad man looked nothing like him, she was reminded of old Bazi who’d taken her in.  Remembering the man at just this moment made her cry.  She listened to what he had to say, without saying the first word.  Shifting into a crouching position she huddled there quietly with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms around her knees.  A pair of big, soulful amber eyes watched the man in blue.<br/><br/>At mention of her inhabiting the body of another she gasped aloud. It was the first sound she’d made in the presence of these others.  This thought truly upset her.  She’d always been a gentle soul,  one to soothe the pains of others if she could rather than harm.<br/><br/>She was quickly distracted from this as the mirror was produced.  Her gaze flickered to the mirror and the one holding it as well. *<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><em><strong>May I please borrow the mirror when you’re finished?</strong></em></span>She asked in hushed tones with only the mildest Irish brogue.<br/><br/>She went silent again, listening to what was said.   She didn’t interrupt. She simply listened.  So the man was a teacher of sorts perhaps.  She waited quietly as the rest did. Still crouched and huddled in to herself.*<br/>