Good. I'll try to get the message to Yarrow. Stay safe, she said, and the contact was broken.
Rosa looked towards the camp, and started to Change.
It was one of the skills she'd learned in the Sarian School that she used rarely. She hated to do it. It was incredibly painful to perform and maintain, and was a tremendous drain on her powers. Bellica Agate and the others would never listen to a talking tree -- so it must be done.
She had to go by feel, possessing no mirror, and so was sure her new form was not the epitome of beauty. When have I ever been that? she thought with a small smile. Her features sufficiently distorted and possessing working vocal chords, Rosa bent down and picked up the letter from Anala, then ran into camp.
"Bellica Agate!" the tall, lithe young messenger with a
