[As he bids, she does not speak further. She holds his stare only for a moment before letting her eyes drop to her hand, which she then clenches tightly to a fist. It takes a few long moments, until her fingers dig small half-moons into her bright white skin before the blue glow appears. Black scales sprout across her hand until they cover up through her forearm.
With the demonstration done, she is quick to relax her fist, and the breath she had been holding. When her fingers uncurl, so do yellowed claws. The scales linger, but do not grow further. The singular act has her whole body more tense than usual, like a spring waiting to snap.
She clears her throat, but avoids his eyes.]
If I allow it to take full hold of me, it transforms me to a dragon. Not full-grown -- but large enough to carry a man.
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With the demonstration done, she is quick to relax her fist, and the breath she had been holding. When her fingers uncurl, so do yellowed claws. The scales linger, but do not grow further. The singular act has her whole body more tense than usual, like a spring waiting to snap.
She clears her throat, but avoids his eyes.]
If I allow it to take full hold of me, it transforms me to a dragon. Not full-grown -- but large enough to carry a man.