Fresh stardust coated her petals as she awoke. Slowly, she lifted one eyelid barely a hair's breadth. The prismatic hues of her just-dawn surroundings took her breath away momentarily. She rustled her leaves in appreciation. As if in response, a slight breeze made the hyacinth among which she was standing dance alongside her, their royal petals swaying lightly to acknowledge the joy they felt at sharing a bed with their princess. She bowed her head in response and coaxed her petals to a deeper blue out of respect.
Still, the day could not be spent enjoying the company of these tranquil subjects. Her journey was far from over. She allowed her roots and stems to shrink and harden into talons, and her brilliant petals to shift into feathers. Then, with a soft cry from her new beak, she bade farewell to her bedmates and flew on.
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Want to see hyacinths? Try here, or here, or here, or here.
And for the appearance of the princess when in bird form, inspired by hyacinths, try this, or even this. The former is a Hyacinth Macaw, but the latter is more what I pictured. Of course, there is also the Fairy Bluebird, which looks a bit martial. Perhaps the princess will assume this shape when she arrives at her destination.
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