Well, he hadn't expected the theatrics by any means, but Raenion certainly was going to give her the reveal that she had been waiting for. Looking back for a moment to ensure that he had enough room, the elf let loose a roar, doing his best to keep it down for the venue, but finding that it was hard to do so.<br/><br/>His skin and bones were soon shifting into scaly flesh that presented a skeletal and venous throughout leathery reptilian wings. His head contorted and grew long into an almost dinosaurian visage with horns on top.<br/><br/>Smoke billowed out of his nostrils, indicating that the old legends about dragons breathing fire were, indeed, far more than mere legends. For the first moment perhaps she was indeed looking at a dragon face-to-face, and Raenion knew very well that he wouldn't have disappointed from the way that he might very well have appeared at the moment. He flapped his wings a bit as soon as he knew he had the room to do so, trusting that the resultant gust of air might have been rather impressive.<br/><br/>At the moment, though, he didn't pause to give her any intelligible speech, but rather just an additional roar.