Goran uses shape-shifting to visit
the other 'powers' who dwell on his mountain
Goran turned and found himself standing on a high rock shelf above a hollow filled with thorns. He saw the eyes, gazing out at him. Glowing, bright living eyes, green fire! He’d only thought of the Great Boar, the eyes in the thicket down in the oak woods—and suddenly, he was there.
I thought you might be here.
And so I am, Great One.
What is it about that particular rock, Lord, that you like so much?
Wanting to make some sort of an answer, Goran gazed down at his feet and then rather wished he hadn’t. It was shocking to see what they had become, his legs ending in the talons of a bird of prey. The rock below was ordinary granite, dotted with a few white flecks of marble. As he did this, a little puzzled, a buzzing rush of energy blasted into his feet.
Aha! This rock is an excellent place, full of power!
~ Juliet Waldron ~
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