Jupiter knows, Aureia told her last night in a dream... warned her that her transformation would hurt.


The fog would come, clouding her vision, followed by the pain and ache to collapse. She would, and she would not know. Fever would take her, body boiling and wishing to expand. It would, causing her entire body agony. Like the Loup Garou, the fawn would change shape in a mess of tearing skin and stitching muscle. Her body, now screaming out in pain, would crack like a lightning-struck tree.

Her scent would bloom, earthy and floral, as convulsions ripped through her in electric currents. She would not be able to see the world through the blur.

The pain and stress of the transformation from fawn to young adult would be too much. This would be it. She would not be able to see the world as others did.

It was in this dream that Jupiter was given the gift of full-sight for the last few days of her fawnhood. The babe declined. She did not want to lose her practice. Aureia smiled, saying that she would still be rewarded for losing her sight to gain the other.

Five ever-blooming Daisies would be waiting for her, though Auriea did not tell her that.