The swan stopped at the water’s edge, pulling her wings close about her body. Moonlight shimmered across her regal form as she let her gaze rest on the druid.
The young man stood still, staring. A soft aura of holy light, the token of the other world, emanated from her.
“Your majesty,” he said, and then slowly, gently, he lowered himself to his knees. “I’ve nothing to offer,” he continued. “All I have is my song.”
And so, he began to sing to her. His voice was soft and deep, filled with devotion and the shadow of his dreams.
All at once, the swan lifted her long, slender neck, tousling her feathers in a fervor. She lifted her wings wide as if she would lift out of the water and take to the sky, but instead, she beat them against the moonlight. Her wings seemed to disarrange themselves, becoming slender arms, and her physique began to transfigure into another form.
The druid fell back, the song trailing into the night as the swan became flesh and bone, a woman alight with magic and the aura of love.