If you are like me then you sometimes have need for your character to get some personal alone time... what this shows, I am not really sure, maybe I have too much time on my hands or I am overly creative, or maybe I just really love my character. Whatever the reason, this is kinda good, at least I think so anyways. Enjoy...

::She made her way silently, between rifts in time, such as the way of teleportation, and arrived at her destination the second after she had parted from her lover, though she had traveled a great distance to reach it. She had been uncertain of the way, but something within her had guided her there, and she willingly surrendered herself up to being drawn to the place. Her dimly glowing eyes flit slowly over the fountain before her... it was a miracle of nature, and would save her life, yet she was not overjoyed to be seeing it, not in the least... she was in a darkened cave of sorts, with silvery gray irridescent walls, and a thin ray of sunlight filtered down through a hole in the ceiling, lighting up a column of shining clear fluid, that materialized from thin air, or so it seemed, and cascaded down over a tower of stark white shells, smoothed by time, and centuries of the steady Mako stream. The clear liquid, sheer raw energy, radiated a cooling power throughout the area, and as it passed through her she was amazed to feel first hand just how much strength resided in the large pool it had gathered over time, the edge of which being where she now stood, the liquid almost lapping at the toes of her boots as she stared down into it, and a being exactly like herself stared back up at her, though this person's eyes shone so brightly, it made Tiphareth squint and almost turn away::

::She gazed down into the pool, the bright eyed being gazing back... she had supposed it would be something like a revitalizing mineral bath... but upon closer, further inspection, decided it was anything but. The pool of Mako was intensely acidic, caustic to normal living skin. She almost feared, but knew that it was a part of her, made her what she is, and so could deal her no real harm. Mako defined her being, coursed through her veins, and such a vast amount of it being so close to her, when she was running out of it, the pool seemed to draw her in, willingly or not, and she barely had time to peel off her armored suit and boots, and slip out of them, before she was completely immersed, and the bright eyed being and herself merged into one. The suit and boots lied in a forgotten sorry heap on the shore, their metallic components shining from time to time, catching the light that shone softly down from the imperfect ceiling and then reflected off the Mako and the cavern's walls.::

::She gasped softly in the immediate moment before her head was dragged under the surface, her eyes widened as she was completely envelopped in it. This was like nothing she had ever felt before, it was as if some great private well of strength and power was flowing into her, surging through her as if the frail shell of her body had not even been separate from the source. The Mako was thicker than water, by about the quantity of three; she sunk down slowly, her silken chestnut tresses, and long locks of blonde on either side of her face, which looked almost serene with the presence of Mako, billowed out, gently waving in the drifts of the pool. The Mako had the added effect of refining her appearance, the locks of bangs arched up, then over and down in a dramatic, gravity defying depatrure from the norm, their roots, the base became stiff, and forever after they would be so posed.::

::She shivered violently, staring up at the clouded surface of the pool, and the vague ceiling above that, knowing she was sinking, but not caring much. She did wonder for a fleeting moment how deep the pool was, it had been impossible to tell from the outside. The farther down she was pulled, the stronger, more intense the Mako's energy became, as if it thickened, purified, and focused, the greater the depth at which it was stored. She opened her mouth, her air supply becomming thin, and before she knew what was happening she had taken in a mouthful of it. Though she knew not why, she drank it down, and with it, there fulfilled a thirst in her that she hadn't even been aware that she had. It was something like the taking of blood, for a vampire, though not quite the same. It was thick, and sweet, and made thoughts of all else leave her mind as it poured in her mouth, down her throat, and throughout her system. Air was forgotten, light forgotten, water forgotten, food forgotten, love forgotten... the Mako was all that mattered, and went above and beyond all other needs. It soaked into her skin, muscles, tissues, organs, and she writhed with the newfound power, clenching each limb in it's own turn.::

::She was becomming almost drunk with it's effects, slowly losing herself to it's clutches, the energy rushed through her like a flame through dry soft tinder, cleansing, strengthening her in a sensation similar to a cool fire as it went. Her eyes imbibed the sustance and for every passing moment they shone more brilliantly. Their shade changed from the known spectrum of blues, to a very bright Mako green, almost white, and she felt, more than saw the change in them. She spun slowly, not of her own accord, and the massive feathered wings erupted from her back in arrested slow motion, as if the Mako had called them forth, or they had minds of their own. She lay, reveling, suspended in the bliss of Mako for what seemed like milennia, her arms crossed over her chest, and she looked almost to be serene in a premature death, the wings outstretched, and placid expression on her unmoving face, when suddenly, she simply knew she was done. Righting herself on nothing, and walking up an invisible staircase, she made her way back to the surface, wings arched up and poised on either side of her, their tips were the first part of her to touch air again, soon after followed by the rest of her, down to the last feathers and the very tips of her delicate toes::

::She rose from the pool a changed woman, not merely the physical aspect of eyes, hair and wings, but spiritually as well, whatever that meant, hovering on unmoving wings in the center of the pillar of light that fell down from the ceiling. She took in a long slow breath, listening to the thick droplets of Mako that were pouring off of her and back into the fountain with delicate dripping sounds, rippling the surface in a chain reaction until it was consumed entirely by a soft shimmering struggle to return to it's prior motionless state. The shade of her glowing orbs was undetectable to mortal eyes, and they appeared a brilliant blinding white. She willed her suit back, and it had her concealed once more in a matter of moments. She stepped to the ground gracefully, time seemed to stop for a long thick moment which dragged itself out until almost suffocating. When the spell lifted, a blur of Tiphareth ran back into a rift in time, and was rocketed back home, one long perfect feather slowly swirling it's way back down to earth was the only sign left to betray her ever being there::