The woman shuttered in the grass, the blades tickling against softened skin as the wind blown on by. The druid was gaining consciousness, and with it remembrance of memories and immediate sorrow followed by frightful confusion. The redhead immediately sat up, realizing the nakedness of herself. But it wasn’t as important as where she happened find herself, nor where her companions had gotten to. What was this anguishing pain that lingered in the immediacy of her mind.
Kayla hadn’t felt more alone, nor confused than anything in a very long time. She began crying; sitting with her knees pulled up tightly against her chest. The woman didn’t even have any stitch of clothing nor belongings. The druid had no desire to stand and investigate her surroundings rather the woman not knowing what world this might be, and not wanting to experience any thing similar to the horrid barbarians fear of gnomes nor the elven race, the woman changed her appearance to human.
Then quietly spoke the words of an entangle spell, using this upon herself. Magic manipulating the tall meadow grass, allowing it to twist around the druid’s body hiding her in the field. The crying then became weeping, and red silk of hair swaying in the wind with the wild grass grown over the heartbroken, mentally disarrayed, woman.