In the shape of an average-looking human, the Scribe was wandering through a small, but pretty town, searching for something or somebody to change. With a notepad in his hand which his gaze was locked on while he was in thought, he did not have time to react before somebody crashed into him from behind.
"Gah!" A light yelp came from behind him, followed by the sound of somebody hitting the ground.
What met him was a young girl in her teens; Wavy, orange hair that reached her shoulders and bangs stopping just low enough to not obscure her green eyes which had glasses resting in front of them.
She was pale, say for the freckles across her face which gave her a cute look. She had a thin physique, but a decently sized chest for her size. She was dressed in a school uniform, most likely on her way to school at that very moment.
"S-sorry about that, mister! I'm so used to nobody being out this early so I, er... Yeah. I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings" She chuckles nervously, a blush of embarrassment spreading across her face.
At that very moment... While she may not have said it out loud, he could undoubtedly pick up on a thought running in her mind:
"...I'm so clumsy... I wish I wasn't me anymore! Yeah... I would want to be..."