Return to the Mother.

[Jetamio]

The woman stirred as sunlight hit her face through the trees. She smiled sleepily, her eyes still closed, desperatly hanging on to traces of the dream. The same dream she had dreamed every night since visiting the Plane of Growth a few nights before.
Eventually she reluctantly opened her eyes, blinking in the sunlight. Then she froze, listening intently. The warm breeze ran through the trees, playing its song on the leaves, a soft rustle. But the woman heard the tune, the wood song. With a start she scambled to her feet, now fully alert, looking around herself. She was back in the Plane of Growth, at the foot of the Mother's tree. Everywhere around her she heard the song, a sound she had not heard in a very long time. A black panther watched her from his ledge at Tunare's door, his front paws crossed over and half dangling over the edge. Birds in the trees sang amongst each other as they too looked down on her.
She reached out to touch the tree and yelped in surprise. Where before scarlet scales had covered her, now soft green ones did. Even the pattern was different, now swirling over her skin in vine like patterns. She looked around in astounded wonder as she realised her dreams had in fact been truth. She had been forgiven, and restored to her true calling. Her physical appearence was the same in that she was still Drakkin, but she didn't care. Words came unbidden to her lips, her hands glowing with tiny little leaves as she cast the spell. She smiled, knowing that she had to learn it all again, but it didn't matter. She was home now, finally at peace within herself.
She suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and loss as she remembered those she had come to love. The man whom she had hoped would be a mate one day, but now that was practically impossible. Then she remembered her promise to go back for the vampire... She smiled again, though a trace of confusion still lingered. One drop of her blood had done something to the vampire, allowing her to walk in the sun, her heart beating, but also awakening ancient memories.
By her reckoning, one more drop would break the curse completly, rendering the vampire mortal again, and allowing her to pursue those ancient longings.
Her heart light, and a spring in her step, Jetamio ran accross the plains, her face set in a permanent grin. Today, she would go find her friend.