Lily walked in a chill induced haze, her eyelids feeling heavy, almost heavier than her feet, as she trodded towards the light and warmth offered by what looked like an abandoned oil barrel or something equally unglamorous, not that she cared about that at the moment. Her fingers slid over her bare upper arms, freezing with the cold and longing to catch the heat of the fire.<br/><br/>Her green eyes swept over the gathering and the changed woman stopped, her newfound paranoia telling her to turn and run away but instead she found herself herded closer, into the presence of these brutish looking men and women, mostly men. They.. looked vaguely familiar, somewhat like her Keeper's guests from time to time.<br/><br/>And as their leader spoke, Lily's mind snapped back for a second, his words evoking some of the memories that were already starting to fog.<br/><em>Sing for me little nightingale and I might let you out of your cage tonight...</em><br/><br/>Looking as if a train had hit her Lily stumbled against the wall, sinking down as she clutched her head with trembling hands. She didn't even notice that her eyes now saw herself as she had been changed, her hair white as the petals of a snowdrop, her skin rosy and flowery soft, her eyes a little more intense in their green colour. The most striking feature though was the flowers weaved into her long hair, strangely exotic yet completely familiar.