“I knew that the spell would bring you back in a new body. But I was expecting something more along the lines of a humanoid like an elf or a dwarf, but never a dryad. Dryads are fey. Not humans,” she explained.
“I do feel a lot more… magical… than I used to,” Maple commented.
“In tune with nature?” Aerlissa prodded.
“The trees are talking to me, Aerlissa,” Maple snarked.
“They’re excited,” she observed, “there probably hasn’t been a dryad around these parts for ages. Likely due to the ruins, even I’m getting a bad vibe from them, as it were.”
“I am too,” Maple added, “which is funny because I wasn’t back when I was still a man.”
“I have a feeling these ruins will test us more than the others,” Aerlissa warned, looking at the still-new dryad.
“So,” the druid said, changing the subject, “What’s it like? The new body? Do you think you can use your powers?”
“What powers are there?” Maple asked, standing and grabbing her great sword.
“Well… from what I’ve learned from my circle. Back when I was still young, for an elf, I believe dryads can use powers related mainly to using the forest around them to attack. You know that spell I use occasionally that summons plants and roots to entangle our enemies?” Aerlissa asked.
Maple nodded. “You should be able to use that now, along with a myriad of other abilities. They should be instinctual to you, though, whereas I have to meditate for my powers,” Aerlissa finished, “here.”
The druid stood and stepped into the forest away from the camp, turning to Maple. Aerlissa nodded, and spoke. “Entangle me.”
“What,” Maple responded.