They were left behind at camp while Surana, Alistair, Wynne, and Zevran went to find a way into the Brecillian forest. It was the perfect time for the two chasind blooded witches to sneak off and the real lessons begin. They had already gone over the basics many times since the first offer but needed the chance to make it real without prying eyes.

"Most of what we start with is learning to observe, actively think on the form you wish. Start noting your senses and how they should differ. You do this until you can dream as if you were the beast, and then it shall be like pulling on your smalls, just habit. But for now.." Morrigan stood beside Saeris. "Breathe in. What scents do you notice? What sounds. The feel of the earth beneath you and the sun on your skin. Start thinking as you would otherwise. Feel the fade, use it to enhance those senses further. Start to pull as much imagination to you as you can."

The dreaming aspect had been far too simple, even though Saeris was careful not to lessen the barriers around her fadescape and leaving her blocked from the spirits, with the Blight going on she did not wish to be handling demons as well. The tales she heard from the group about the Sloth Demon and the labyrinth it had concocted only enhancing that wary nature.

It did not change that when she entered the fade whatever she could imagine became reality. So there she focused dream by dream each night on how would it feel to have her form in that of a Twiceblooded in truth. As she could not just twist and find herself the creature, from what awkward experiments she'd made in constructing the Fade as Valor had with precision and determination, she spent long hours contemplating the type of fur. The build. The muzzle. Ears. Every small part of the body that would be just as much her own as the one she held now.

Eventually almost two weeks, the entire time they journeyed from the circle of magi to the Brecillian Forest, she dreamed carefully from when she fell into the Fade until she was shaken awake. Safe behind her protections learned from the Tranquil -amazingly effective for a dreamer as they were- she took the massive undertaking as her sole goal when not working with Wynne on healing the others. Gathering wood and water became her favorite parts of helping out at the camp, ones the rest were all too willing to yield, since it meant time to explore alone in the area. To contemplate it from the perspective on an alternate. Safe away from any eyes she even dropped to her hands and knees a few times to better observe things that caught her eye.

It must have been expected, if the amused smirk from Morrigan each time she came back with muddied robes was any sign.

So now she had been learning the delicate balance of twining the fade with her physical form. It was slow going, not the actual transformation which came swift and sudden she was promised later, but the slow patient curling of her magic within her body. Training her mind, her senses.

Thanks to her dreams, she felt she was ready. The previous night she had forgotten that she was on four legs instead of two when she dreamed. It felt a good omen but she kept her mouth shut, waiting for Morrigan to share. After all, Flemeth was the perfect example that sometimes just by listening you learned more than telling what you thought and Morrigan was her daughter.

"Now then, you've an idea of what you should be experiencing and your will is strong enough to trust I'll not need to strike you down. The main part to worry over is holding the form as the shock to the mind can be great. Fortunately for you, we're alone out here for now while the idiots traipse in the forest and the others enjoy the reprieve. No rest for the Wicked Witches however. So drop down, you may wish to strip first or I've no doubt you'll strangle yourself in those stupid looking circle robes.."

"I'd like to get in some proper gear again." Saeris agreed and began unfastening the silly garments rapidly. Really. Who needed outlines around their breasts? It only made a seam there that was hardly comfortable. "But not the robes I've seen called Chasind."

"Those feathered things? Closer to a chicken I think..but I suppose it sells well. Much like the idea of wild and ravenous women after men's bodies."

"I did wonder about the ample cleavage you're showing."

"I like a bit of air. And the bugs don't bite if you circle mana just so, surely you remember that lesson?"

"thankfully or I've no doubt I'd be getting bites along my unmentionables." Saeris grinned even as she pulled off the last of her circle attire and stood there, not at all shy around Morrigan. Morrigan lifted a brow, gaze going over her form.

"You're not as soft as I would have expected. Muscle. How did you get that in the tower of Fools? Run up and down the stairs?"

"I spent a lot of time solitary, there were exercises I did in my room." She half told the truth and then Saeris tilted her head back. Breathing in. Feeling her ribs expand, contract. The shift of her thighs, her calves, the spreading of her toes in the dirt. She focused more on the feeling of the slight breeze her mana was creating in her hair. That sensation of the strands wisping about or staying compact tight. Saeris let her lips part with the next inhale, dual breathing through nose and mouth to taste the air.

"Feel." Morrigan crooned softly, a whisper of her magic flowing over Saeris to help her feel more aware of how she connected. How real the world was around her. The elfblooded woman was grateful as until then she had not been able to contemplate twisting her reality as she did in the fade. Sensing Morrigan's magic briefly seemed to light up her brain with how different and where the world was when awake.

The next breath in and she spread hands and toes wide with a rush of laughter that came out more a sharp sound, mana pouring over her in ecstasy as for the smallest of moments she was only magic, energy, wild, free..

And then she was power and strength. Loyalty of flesh and bone, fur and fang. Joy ran through her at the amassing of scents, and she bounded, snapping at the air. She'd done it!

Laughter, pleased and content bubbled over from Morrigan. "Of course you have done it! Well done Saeris! I always knew you were a bitch." Yet Morrigan was kneeling now and grabbed the shapechanged woman by her fur at her jaws. The same bright citrine eyes stared back at her, intelligence betraying the mind within. "You want to know what you look like I assume?"

A huff of air to Morrigan that made the dark haired woman chuckle. "Not copper as your hair, though I half expected it to be honest. No, you look like the hounds back in the Wilds. Bits of black down your head and back, tail, looks like you got your tail in ink fool girl. It moves into a light brownish hue and then white with bits of gray. A good mix of colors, you'd be mistaken for a wolf at a distance. Even your head looks like it but your jaws are a bit broader, more powerful I think. Your tail is a bit fluffier too. Yes, you are assuredly Twiceblooded. Not a chasind would suspect you to be anything other than the most prized bitch of a liter."

Saeris pushed against her hands to rest her head on Morrigan's shoulder, tail wagging slowly before she regally stepped back, and tilted her skull to the side. Grasping the invite Morrigan chuckled before shifting into that of a bear. The two witches escaped then, to explore the world until they would rejoin the others come nightfall.

Lost in the sensations of the world spread out beneath her paws, Saeris ran. Perhaps the Blight was coming and the world may be ending, but she snatched a bit of happiness for herself and knew Morrigan felt the same.