The Lady Drakon
Cynara dropped to the floor from exhaustion. She couldn't hold the human form any longer. Her unusual raiment would stay with her as she slowly stretched and returned to her natural form. The pale human female sighed with relief. Slowly her outstretched arms scaled over. Her hair became a frill at the back of her head. Her face deformed into a short snout. Her legs became more muscular as they also scaled over.
The small dragon sighed again before closing her eyes, expecting to be killed by the castle guard who had challenged her. Instead, she felt the arms of men lifting her up. The Captain of the Guard offered her the sword she had dropped. She grasped it and slid it back into its sheath.
"I should have known," the young captain bowed. "I am Captain Gilian Gwillam of the Westonian Guard. And you are Lady Cynara Drakon. Had I paid any attention to the hilt of your sword, I would have conceded defeat."
Having lost the ability to speak in her dragon form, Cynara managed a bow and what passed for a smile. She stood but a few inches over the guardsmen who helped her to quarters in the castle where she might rest. "You can rest here. And when you have recovered the ability to transform yourself, we shall dine this evening. I must go now to inform the Lord of the Manor that you have arrived with a message. I assume that is why you are here." She nodded before falling onto the bed and closing her eyes again.
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