"We have part of the skin of a dragon my grandfather had to fight in a glass case in the library if you'd like to try that out." I explained as I took her hand and led her down the hallway and into the library, right up to the glass case.
Firranda felt her heart beat faster as she approached the glass case. She was positive that this would work--skin was even better than scales. As far as she knew, she didn't need to see the dragon to be able to turn into one, she just needed to touch one, and how would her magic know if it was alive or not? Besides, she had seen dragons before, just not the one she was about to touch. She hesitantly rubbed her hand against the coarse, scaly skin, shivereing involuntarily. "Is there a place we can...test it? I don't want to become a dragon inside the castle..."
"There is an open area in the middle of the woods where my father and I used to do archery practice. That would be the best spot to go if you don't want to be noticed." I explained as I gently lifted the glass covering on the display case, grabbed the handkerchief from my left pocket, and sofly lifted the dragon skin from it's display and wrapped it up.
Firranda nodded, feeling sweat begin to congregate on her brow. She felt confident that it would work, but also nervous that it wouldn't. I don't want to embarass myself in front of Howard, she thought, chewing her lip, but I don't want to be useless either. It's time for me to put these powers to good use! She began to walk quickly to the archery field.
I followed quickly behind Firranda, dragging my feet and staring down at the ground as I did. I was deep in my thoughts as we walked through the woods. How was I going to keep my position as royalty with so many kingdoms against me? I had only just gained this position, and I was enjoying knowing that my mother and I were free from my father's reign. I was really hoping my and Firranda's plan would work...
Firranda settled on a location near the center of the archery field, sure to give herself plenty of room. She knew dragons were big, but she had no idea how much this really was. All of this would be worthless if she was found out, so she had to proceed with caution. She glanced behind her to see Howard. "Stand back..." she murmured.
When Firranda said these words with a shakiness in her voice, I turned around and hunkered behind an oak tree, hoping for a good outcome.
Firranda took a deep breath, stretching her arms. She recalled the feeling of the dragon skin, from the texture to the linering smell of smoke. Her stomach began to churn with fire. The ground seemed to shrink under her feet as she grew amazingly bigger. Scales shuffled up her body, blossoming into wings that stretched across the archery field. When she had fully transformed, she fell forward onto her front legs. Her reptilian head swung left and right, looking for Howard.
I heard the crunch of tree limbs as Firranda transformed into a dragon. I peeked out from behind the trunk and saw here in all her dragon beauty, mettalic green scales, a long graceful tail...I was in awe. I slowly walked out from the trees, right up to her, unafraid, and planted a kiss on her snout.
Firranda felt like she was going to blush when howard kissed her snout, but because she was a reptile. she was unable to. Instead, she arched her neck and spat fire into the sky, beginning to enjoy this form very much. She shrank back into her human state and ran to embrace Howard. "I can't believe it worked!" she squealed.
I wrapped Firranda up in my arms and gave a sigh. "I'm so proud of you. I had no idea a person could have such a wonderful talent. You truly are marvelous," I said with much happiness in my voice as I put my hands on her cheeks and looked into her eyes with utter adoration.
Firranda blushed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind one ear. "Well, thanks, but it's not like I did anything to deserve it.." A stern voice told her she had desevred it, earned it through her years of alienation and suffering. "And if it can help you in any way, just say the word!"