Stone changes back to his groundling form, this time right in front of her, a cloud of dark mist enveloping the dragon-like shape and then coalescing down into the old man she spoke to before. He looks a little winded, now. That water-shift and launching into the air was surprisingly tiring. He might need to come up with an easier way to take off from the ferry.

"It's not as nice as it could be," he admits. "It's so dark I can't see very far, which makes it less safe to fly around when there are hostile spirit-things in the forest, and going above the level of the trees is more exhausting than it used to be. But it's useful for some things."