"Why can't you stay in one form or the other?" Lia asked Willow, whispering as quietly as she could. She did not want to embarrass the half-Dryad, though she did not think the tree spirit could be embarrassed. At least, for as long as she had known her, Willow always put off an odd, standoffish attitude, as if nothing around her bothered her at all. Deep down, Lia knew this could not possibly be true. Willow was just as much human on the inside as she was Dryad on the outside. At the moment, the tree spirit kept changing into her green, moss, leaf and twig like Dryad form, and with a burst of pink blossoms, she would turn back into her too pretty human form, though the pointed ears made her look more like an elf.

"I'm at a loss," Willow answered, her voice cold and seeming void of emotion to someone who did not know her. "I'm conflicted on the inside." Part of her wanted to rush in and experience everything that had to do with civilization and human kind, and the other part of her wanted to go back to her woods and hide inside her favorite tree. Sure, she wasn't magically linked to the tree like her poor mother, but even half-dryads had a favorite tree.

Lia put a hand on Willow's ever changing arm. "Just relax and be yourself. I dare say there are some odd fellows here already." 

Willow finally settled on a mixture of human and dryad features. It was really fascinating to Lia how she could take on most any form that had to do with nature. Oddly enough, her favorite form for sleeping when not in her tree, was that of a feline house cat. She had once changed into some form of a beast that Lia had never seen before and scared off a group of bandits that had been trying to rob them, and only the sky's above knew what else. Lia shivered at the memory.

"You don't stand out at all now," Lia told her with a teasing smile; she was growing ever fond of the tree spirit. At the moment, Willow had chosen to stick with her human skin tone of pale white, pointy elf-like ears, though she kept her hair green and leaf like; there even seemed to be small twigs poking out in every which direction.

At this moment, Lia felt a deep pain lace through her lower stomach. She winced and doubled over, holding her stomach where her child grew. It was a pain that she had come used to. She did not know why she had to have such pain, but Willow had assured her that the life inside her was safe, though she did not elaborate if Lia herself would be safe in the end.

The hand Willow put on her shoulder to keep her from falling over was warm and caring, very different from the cold persona Willow displayed.

"Deep breaths," Willow whispered, her words like the wind fluttering against Lia's cheek.