Being moved between worlds by The Spirit is an experience in contradictions. She feels the touch of something so much bigger than her, that is both entirely unstoppable but also extraordinarily gentle and delicate. She can feel something as her new powers settle into her at once as an overwhelming otherness and also as a perfect match like they were always meant to be there. She can't tell how long it takes, it could be an instant or an eternity. She knows it's not an eternity though The Spirit will keep it's promises. She trusts in that.
And then her glimpse of beyond ends.
To any outside observer there's a faint glow in the air with a hint of otherness that somehow resolves into the outline of a young woman with reddish hair wearing a dark blue dress with thin shoulder straps that shows a bit of cleavage and comes down to mid thigh. Her feet have well made sandals suited for walking. Her dress flutters a bit in a wind that might not have been there before she arrived.
