Saphira stand there, in herr dhongres hum, bet mative frame rooted to the grond
every leaf, every ripple of movement in the distance was so detailed peady merchelmed lur. the bearing was boredible, datching
even the finest rating of costumes hidden within the tires. And her sense of andber, filling het nemes in a way she had never experienced.
she allowed, or at least tried to her throat felt different, thicker, and when the exhaled, the
led, she felt the heat of her
She forced herself to look down, adjusting to the new length of her neck, her vision following the contours of bar body.
Her legt–Mack, shimmering Exietly between each :
Her underbelly–tarting dark, then failing to a anti ging at it formelled.
She flexed her wings, spreading them out, feeling the shift in weight as they stretched fally. The jene grey lined the beer, gradually darkening fork inte ck at the
A quiet sente of ave settled into her chest, but then-
She frowned
She turned her head in different angles, searching for something–anything–that might reflect her image back
Befer she could dwell on the frustration, Miks‘ voice eat though the allener.
“You are beautiful” His tone was filled with something <b>quiet</b>, something reverent,
Ste turned toward him slowly, his figure still human, standing there, admiring her with something close to awe.
“<b>your </b><b>head </b><b>and </b>face are pure white,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Saphir wanted to thank him–to say something-
But instead, a sudden burst of fire erupted from her mouth.
Saphira’s eyes widened as the ball <b>of </b>fire shot from her mouth, sorrying the ground in front of <b>Niks </b>
She had forgottes–fur |
just one flecting moment – what she was
Niks barely had time to react, jumping swiftly to the side,nding in a crouch before looking <b>back </b>at the smouldering spot where he had just been standing
Slowly, his gaze shifted to her, one <b>row </b><b>raised</b>, amusement flickering in his golden eyes.
“Well, h
he drawled, straightening up and dusting himself ofl. “That’s one way to say thank you.”
<b>Saphira </b>let out a half–half embarrassment, hall whaps–but stopped herself before she identally torched hing.
Niks <b>chuckled</b>, stepping forward, eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Let’s maybe work on yourmunication skilly before I end up extra crispy, yeah?”
Niks stepped closer, still grinning as theighter <b>faded</b>.
“Now you need tomunicate with your <b>dragon</b>,” <b>he </b>said, his voice dipping into something more serious.
Saphira <b>tilted </b>her head slightly, trying to
to indicate <b>her </b><b>confusion</b>.
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Niks caught on immediately
“Dragons are hander to build a bond with,” he exined, ninning a hand chebilly over the scales along bet 1 first, you’ll onlymunicate when there’s a stinng emilian se desire to?
Saphiru inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself, to wrap her best around eve
“To start the percess,” Niks continued, his golden eyes gleaming as he looked New” He tirpped back slightly, getting toward the space ammond them. “None
Saphira hesitated
(her, “peed to learn about
Niks stood with his mums crossed, watching her carefully presence ready, a quiet eravenante in the contneen of the cleaning
“Start small,” b
he instructed. “Walking, running, Jumping be here the
le time–ready to transform if needed.
Saphin nodded, exhaling tharply befine she took her first few depo..
Het new form felt heavy, but not in a thuggish way—rather in a way that made her aware of merry marie, mery shift of nimement. Her limba were pruritol, each step pressing firmly into the rath. It wasn’t like walking as a human. It was more deliberate,
She picked up the pace, transitioning into a mon
The momentum, sent a thrill through her, though it took effort to keep her footing, to bnce the sheer size of herself. But the shoved natural it felt the more it felt like hers.
She circled back, finding the confidence to attempt a jump.
The moment her legs pushed off the ground, she realized
She had made a mistake.
She hadn’t expected to go so high.
For a split second, panic gripped her–her <b>wings </b>instinctively twitching, unsure whether to catch her mid–air or let gravity take control. But bes react, she came crashing back down, <bnding </b>with a heavy thud.
<b>She </b>sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the slight tremor in her legs, waiting for the pounding of her heart to slow,
“Oh yeah,” Niks said casually from the <b>sidelines</b>, humourced in his voler. “I forgot to warn you about the jumping”
Saphira tumed her head toward <b>him </b>slowly, animpressed.
Without thinking, she exhaled–too hard.
A fireball shot from her mouth, heading straight toward him.
Niks jumped out of the way with perfect precision,ughing as hended smoothly on his feet
<b>“</b>Okay, sorry, sorry” He grinned; hand raised in mock surender. “My bad”
Saphira huffed, smoke curling slightly from her noluils.
“But,” Niks added, tilting his head, “you should try again. Now <b>you </b>know what to expect”
Saphira tumed back toward the clearing. She bent her legs, bearing herself property this time, feeling the weight in her males.
And when she jumped–she enjoyed it.
Saphira exhaled deeply, letting thest remnants of adrenaline settle as she stepped toward Nikn, waiting for his prat instructi
Nas studied her. “That’s enough physical activity for today.” Niks‘ expression shifted, his voice after but firm. “Before we finish, pred 15 try andmunicate with your diagon. Eram bet name *
Saphira Minked, caught off guard by the request. Her name
Howse the supposed to do that?–
She had felt her presence–felt the hum of energy beneath her skin–but actually graking to her counterpart? That felt different
Niks stepped closer, cing a reassur
the desire to meet her. Then simply ask ”
hand on her scaled leg, gmunding her. “Lay down,” he instructed gently: “Close your eyes: Picture your dragon —–—–
Saphira hesitated for a moment belowe finally lowering bersell onto the ground, feeling the cool earth beneath her massive frame.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, letting herself fall into the memory of her shift–the awe of her new form, the sharpness of her sees, strength humming beneath every muscle.
She embraced it. More than <b>anything</b>, she wanted <b>to </b>know the other half of herself–to understand the being who <b>had </b>always been there, if she had never truly spoken to her
And so<b>, </b>finally, she asked.
“What shall I <b>call </b>you?”
The kind of silence that stretched through time, pressing against the space between worlds,
She waited, forcing herself to stay patient, to listen for something–anything
Then-
A faint murmur.
Salt. Distant.
Bat unmistakable.
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