Yellow Weaver
Loomi had been getting progressively worse over the last few days. Bouts of insomnia, sudden fevers, and of course the standard occurrence of overwhelming nightmares. She was tired, stressed, and ultimately trying and failing to keep herself together. All of this culminated in easily her worst night at the temple. The Godoan was stricken by a migraine so severe it made her delirious, bringing the terrors of her dreams even more into reality. The fever she spiked was the highest it had ever been, her face growing red and her skin clammy with sweat. She tossed and turned, clutching her head in a vain attempt to make everything stop. Then, as she turned onto her stomach and pressed her face into her pillow, just that occurred. It all stopped. Loomi didn't take any time to decipher what any of that meant. She was so sleep deprived that she simply took the chance to rest.
This slumber would last for an entire day.
The Godoan would wake in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, pushing herself up to a sitting position. How long had she slept, she pondered, observing that the room was still cast in darkness. It was refreshing to have finally been able to sleep. Loomi reached back to scratch an itch on her back...
And felt something else. Not just something on her back, but feeling as though her back had been extended. She'd scramble to the nearby bathroom and look in the mirror to find that everything seemed to be standard, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Aside from a pair of small wings at least. That was wrong. Those shouldn't be there. Yet there they were, a pair of small moth-like wings, right there on her back. She flexed the muscles in her back, surprised to find out that they had joints of their own for movement. This was all wrong.
With no clear course of action, Loomi very hastily wrapped herself up in the ladybug blanket she had received from

"M-master Caden!" she whispered, "Are you awake?"