@wandering_giraffe
It had been
months since she'd been stuck, been forced into a form she didn't want--and now there was
this.
The potions she'd been using to control her shifts were losing their potency, and she didn't know
why.The small--relatively speaking--dragon was hunched over an almost perfectly circular jungle pool. Well, "puddle" might have been a more accurate descriptor; and it was certainly too regular in shape to be natural.
Such features were rare, and she'd been lucky to find it--she thought it might be a remnant of whatever lost culture had crafted the crumbling ruins around her. She honestly had no idea what
they would have used it for, but
she had a very specific purpose in mind for it.
She craned her head back, trying to peer up through the think canopy to find the crest of the moon. The jungle was thinner her--again, thanks to the ruins--but there were still enough trees that she knew she would only have a few minutes of full moonlight on the water.
She just had to hope those few minutes would be enough.
