<span style="color: #666600">"Ashia, I- there's really no way to explain this in a way that you'll understand. This world is so primitive that many things may never go fully explored. Maybe..." </span>A large pile of red and green blocks appeared on one side of the table between them.<span style="color: #666600">"Imagine that these blocks are what make up a dragon. And I mean at the very base level. Now this is you." </span>Another pile of blocks appeared, these blue and yellow with a few pieces of green and red scattered throughout.<span style="color: #666600">"You are not a dragon, the closest thing you still have in common with them are your scales and flame breath. I didn't do them before deciding to give you a chance, I did them because I was curious. That Troll's manipulation of matter was truly amazing even if her methods and reasons were horrible. Having suffered the bad end of it I understand your feelings, but from a purely magical and scientific view, she had the potential to be something truly extraordinary." </span><span style="color: #b30000">"Freak or not, you're no longer alone."</span><span style="color: #666600">"They'll only be involved if you want them to be. I'm happy with just you. She doesn't have another form to change into."</span><span style="color: #000000"> A grey, vaguely Elven body appeared on the far side of the room. </span><span style="color: #666600">"There's her new form, you two can design it as you see fit. Red, changing to that body will be the same as changing forms when you were still a drake. It'll just feel differently."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>