Rylie and Emily followed into the courtyard, still feeling pretty good about clearing their first trial (accidental though it was) without incident... If you disregarded Emily's sneezing problem anyway.<br/><br/>The demoness pondered an appropriate trigger command as Kratos explained the process. A grin spread across her face as she glanced at Emily.<br/><br/>"I think I've got one. Lets give this a try," She cleared her throat, "Waiter, my friend as a sensitivity to<span style="font-style: italic">garlic.</span>"<br/><br/>"Oh, you're hilarious, Rylie," Emily muttered as she began to change. Rylie barely contained her giggles and watched the transformation. Where Emily had been standing, a dragon now hovered. Emily's dragon form was serpentine, white in color, though the shine of the scales reflected the light in an array of blues and purples. The feathery, almost angelic wings appeared to be white as well, though upon closer examination were a pale pink.<br/><br/>"Nice," Rylie nodded her approval, "Now, can you fly?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Yes I can!"</span>Emily answered, immediately learning how to communicate telepathically. She burst into the sky, bobbing and weaving. Rylie was impressed for a few moments, before the overly excited dragon smacked into a tree.<br/><br/>"Ouch," the demoness commented dryly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I meant to do that, I totally meant to do that! Check this out Rylie! Fling is so fun!</span><br/><br/>As Emily went into a series of barrel rolls, Rylie, who had been attempting to further the mind link to vision, as she had before, clapped a hand over her mouth, "Please stop that, Em, or I'm gonna be sick."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The demoness has motion sickness? Interesting...</span><br/><br/>Rylie shook her head and directed her gaze at Kratos, "Can you teach her how to fly properly, before I lose my breakfast?"