Margaret is on her way to work, walking instead of flying today so she can drink her coffee without spilling it, when she sees the cryptid. She's a truly far-out one, no limbs to speak of, just a long snaky body with a mirror for a face. Margaret smiles at her and goes to walk on by, but the cryptid slithers right at her all of a sudden and--hits?--Margaret with the giant mirror. Except she doesn't experience getting whacked with a sheet of glass.
"Well, if we're going to try to go it alone just the three of us, we should find a good spot to do it in. Somewhere near a river, ideally with plants already growing so we know the soil is good, maybe near a forest for wood . . . can you think of anything else it should have? I can scout from the air."
"Then I think I'll go scout. I'll see you in a few hours, probably."
She switches back to wings mode, adds eagle eyes for good measure since she still doesn't have horns, and takes off, starting a search spiraling out from their current position. She keeps alert for danger, other people, and good places to set up a base.
She examines the soil near the handful of creeks, and picks the one where it's the least sandy and rocky. Then flies back to where she left Sovi and Daz, keeping track of how far they're going to have to walk to get there.
Between her various precog powers, her wings, and her ability to unexpectedly sprout six-inch razor-sharp claws, Margaret can probably defend herself pretty well, but she'd much rather take the detour and suspects Daz and Sovi will agree. "Sovi, would Daz like some kind of sunshade or something while we travel, so he doesn't get any more sunburned?" She's given up on either of them acquiring a nudity taboo any time soon.
Wings back off (argh argh argh it gets easier every time but it still feels weird), what's the biggest leaf she can make?
Nice! She picks it and hands it to Daz while putting her arm back to her definition of normal, and then unless she's mistaken they can set out.
Margaret puts her wings, horns, and horn-jewelry back on to get as much range out of her danger sense as possible, and guides them around the last known location of the cannibals.
"I saw some dangerous people over there when I was scouting," she says as she turns one way and points the other. "My magic can tell if someone is likely to try to hurt me."
"Oh, that! My magic is stronger when I look prettier; the prettiest I know how to look involves having these horns with this jewelry on them. I took them off earlier so I could make plants, but now I want them back to get more range out of the danger sense."
This is true. She also looks awesome. Sovi can have her opinion and Margaret can have hers. "Magical girls can't look human," is what she says. "The magic judges what counts as pretty, and it likes this, and I like this, so it's what I do."
"I like having scales because they're easy to clean and never get itchy and make a nice clicking noise when I tap them." (She demonstrates this.) "I like having wings because I can fly and I like being covered in gemstones because they're sparkly and I like having horns because I can hang more jewelry off them. Also I'm used to looking like this; taking pieces off makes me feel unbalanced and wrong."
"It's not for everybody; some people back home get the opportunity and don't take it."
"No way. At home there's plenty of food, because there are farmers who know a lot about growing it, so I can get as much food as I want in exchange for doing the things I'm good at. Including kinds I can't make myself."