Storm picked her way through the brush, lost in her thoughts. The midday sun was warm on her tanned skin, and made the blonde streaks in her hair look like strands of pure gold. She saw an opening through the bushes ahead and smiled. She had finally reached the valley. Being the wanderer she was, she was familiar with rather a lot of places, and there was a lake here she had rested by the lake in this valley before.
She was about to push through the last of the shrubs when she caught a glimpse of a large shape out of the corner of her eye. She turned toward the lake to see a dragon -- a fairly young one by the looks of it -- sitting by the shore, looking rather dejected.
Her gut gave her instructions and as always, she listened. She took several steps back so that she was completely hidden by the shrubs, then closed her eyes and stretched, silently shifting into her dragon form.
Tanith quietly shook her wings out, taking all of 2 seconds to adapt to her much larger body. Without further ado, stepped easily over the bushes she had just been concealed behind and into the openness of the valley. Her obsidian-black scales glittered in the sun, their pale, aqua blue tips sparking as they caught the light.
