She Who Became a Tree

The strange fruits of the mushroom princess laid uncertainly in her stomach, making it roil and she laid back against the soft earth, settling into the heavy scents of mold and rotting leaves. Behind her eyelids, fractal skies rose and spiraled across the heavens. Her foot sank deeper into the soil, her shoe shredding as her toes uncoiled, finding themselves and taking root in the rich loam. Her skin turned dark and scaled, growing thicker and heavier by the moment. Her fingers became long and gnarled. She stood but her roots were firmly planted and it was much too late. The mushroom princess had tricked her and she was now but another tree in her grove.

She Who Became A Tree. by ~dv-girl on deviantART