She awoke, instinctively when the sun first started to peek over the mountains. Her body would jostle upright, force breath to suck from her, it was that time, the time when people would raise, when they would swat at the little changer, be it a broom, or mop, or fan, they always shooed her away. Her third night, in the same place and she still worried, they had made her feel so welcome, even wanted. But it wasn?t something she clung to, she had been through this before, people who kept her around, allowed her to stay a week or so, sometimes even two weeks. It always ended up the same, they would realize she was unnatural, she would catch the wrong emotion or memory, touch the wrong person, shift into them. Then the screaming, and the panic, peoples minds were meant to stay secret. She couldn?t ever figure out how to force that out of herself. She had heard of stifling enchantments, but she was about as adept in magic as she was in belonging.

Getting out of the bed she would look for the only other creature she had ever had any semblance of relation to. The saurian was a wonderful anomaly to her. Impossible to classify. Mostly because she was so impossible to classify. A woman had once tried to explain that she was a Psion. She could take people?s memories, she could see into their past. Force others to see hers. It all confused her. She had shut the woman out. Three days later she shifted into the woman?s daughter and was slapped when she was unable to shift out of it. Bethe was destined to be a loner. But something in the saurian tugged at the question in her mind ?Do I have to be??.

Eyes sweeping down to her chest, the scale there nestled between breasts was a comfort. Where it touched bare flesh, scales would spread, a patch of emerald over her heart. She smiled and rubbed her fingers over her scales. It had been the first thing someone had given her. The very first gift. She thought then, she needed to reciprocate, she needed to give him a gift too. She had no scales, nothing to offer. The thought bothered her, she?d never had money, she couldn?t have a job. In appearance, the same girl never entered twice. A heavy hearted sigh and she was running? running on those pilfered endless legs. Running towards the market place.

She searched the crowd, she had done this a hundred times. A woman with chestnut hair came wandering away from a cart, loaded with bags. The woman was pretty, tall, slender, human in appearance. A smile brought to plush lips as she took off towards the woman. Colliding right against her. Topping the lady over. Both hands offered to the woman and she pulled her back up. Mumbling an apology. By the time the lady was to her feet Bethe would have stolen her appearance and ran away from her. A streak of mahogany and pale. She also was holding a pair of jeans. A frown, theft bothered her, being that low, shaking her head she slipped back to the glen to pull on those jeans. They fit wonderfully, the woman she had mirrored had probably bought them for that very reason. A heavy sigh and she was walking back to the caverns. Jeans and Godric?s t-shirt. She would sit outside of the door, legs pulled to her chest, arms hugging them to herself, and her head hung in shame.