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[not_a_horse]

She concentrated. It was not that she disliked human form, it was more that she wished to be a Companion, a *true* Companion, again. And so she concentrated, trying to force her body back to the shape it should be, not the shape it was.

She focused on what Arithon had shown her, a few short weeks ago. It was her, her as seen in magic. And suddenly, something connected with a 'pop'. She opened her eyes, and found herself standing on four legs again.