She stopped in front of what looked like a partial bust of some kind.
"It takes a great deal of energy and time to acclimate to that point of view. It is like... Sitting still, like the tree and letting the energy grow into the outer branches. And you wake up from this little .. two legged dream remembering it briefly. But then as the mighty oak you cannot fully remember what it was like to be the sparrow. and when that form fails you wake up remembering the mighty oak but its only a brief memory."
She looked at him.
"Saturnia is out there somewhere. I am Satrina. Matron mother. Do you hope to find answers? or to confirm suspicions?"
