The vines surged forward with new energy as they covered her core, lightening all around to her sandy beige and drying out, forming a papery striped bark that enveloped her form. She felt her forehooves wrenched to each side at impossible angles, stretched outward and upward as the vines had their way with her, bones popping and crackling as it went along, magic taking hold. She could barely do more than twitch and shiver in the grip of the plant, her forelimbs being stretched out longer and longer, until with a crack and a pop they split at the ends. Mercury would have called out in fear at the sight, but a stray vine now twisted around her muzzle, clamping it firmly and permanently shut, she could barely manage a muffled squeak.
 
Willowy grey leaves spread out in huge tufts from the ends of her hooves… no… they were no longer hooves, they now more appeared like branches to her, eyes darting around from side to side, desperate for any help or way to escape the magic. More volume built up in the leaves, encroaching upon her vision as the vines formed around her head. In the corner of her eyes before the vines covered them she saw the buds sprouting out, spreading into very familiar purple flowers.