Her head jerked up at the wind that rushed through the ruined temple, so soon on the heels of her own prayer, she held her breath, and then gasped sharply when the silhouette finally reached a point when she could recognize it.  "Mother..." she whimpered, her eyes wide, tears welling in the corners.<br/><br/>She sniffed, coming to her feet, her gaze following each apparent direction of the spirit of her mother.  "I... don't understand, mother, change... change how?  I mean... I can do minor things, but..."  She held up one hand, the tips of the fingers hardening into wicked looking hooked talons, though as she did, her brow furrowed, and her gaze went from the talons on her own hand to those on the statue in the central alcove.  "You... weren't just bolstering my own dreams, were you?  You... really are-- or... well, were descended from a dragon!"<br/><br/>She flushed slightly, looking away in shame.  "I'd... wondered, recently, if it had all just been an attempt to keep me at my studies... I'm so ashamed for doubting you, mother," she said quietly, and then her jaw set in a firm cast, she raised her eyes back to her mother's form.  "I... I don't know if I'm strong enough, but... I will try.  Someone has to make the attempt, and it might as well be me.  But... how will I know the other girls?"