The echoes and pops of the cracking stone settled and died away, her form compacting inward a little more as she grew heavier and more solidified, the magic having run its course. It must have been the dust… she put the wrong kind of dust in that potion… stone dust, she laments in her mind. A new way to make a potion of petrification! Eventide hadn’t known this was even possible, and yet, here she was.
Try as she might there was no use, she was stuck, no way in the world to call for help, or to save herself… as she idly sat in her new, inanimate form, watching the light brighten and dim as the day slipped by… moving into night.