Gemma looked at the man sharing her room with suspicious eyes. She didn't trust humans, never had. She had been alive for many centuries and seen what that species would do to each other. They had such short lifespans but did such horrible things to each other. Life as a dragon was much easier. You ate, slept, found treasure, and struck fear into the hearts of weaker creatures. Life was good and she wanted to be back in her proper form. She wanted to be back home and with her mate. The last thing she remembered was her and Blaine going to terrify the king's caravan and steal its treasures. She hoped he was okay and wasn't stuck here like her. What if he was? She needed to get out of this room and find out.<br/><br/>"I see."<br/><br/>Gemma replied, not sure if she believed him or not. Although, if Ghaleon had turned her into this form, then he wouldn't be without a weapon. Which meant someone else had done this to her. She looked around the room and her eyes rested on the portrait of the woman.<br/><br/>"If she isn't your deity, then she's probably responsible for this."<br/><br/>Gemma commented to Ghaleon. She didn't recognize the woman but if the room made a point of showcasing her, perhaps this woman was the one Gemma should be directing her anger towards instead.<br/><br/>"I'm not staying here. This bitch is turning me back and sending me home."<br/><br/>Gemma told Ghaleon. She would force this woman to turn her back into her dragon form. Then she'd eat her. Maybe eat Ghaleon too, if he proved to be super annoying. She followed him outside and saw the three gods waiting. She paid no attention to the men and yelled at Veleda.<br/><br/>"I don't know who you think you are but I order you to turn me back to my real form! Right now!"