"I traded my touchstone for the cursed brooch that started this." The dragon sighed regretfully. "But, now I have River and her pack. So, who needs an heirloom?"
He had never told River what it was that he traded away. A family heirloom was a very unlikely thing for a Yoreiqi family to even have. But he had told her he wasn't the typical sort.
He kept the Longfang cabin in his mind as he, again, closed his eyes. The frost returned, and soon the glow. Slowly, his form was obscured at began to shrink. The process slowed as he reached his half-dragon size, until stalling shortly thereafter.
The icy shell shattered and he collapsed to the ground. Most of what the women could see was covered in dark skin, a faintly blue scale pattern under the skin. He still possessed draconic wings and a tail, his arms were scaled from the elbows down and his legs were still entirely draconic. They couldn't see his face yet, hidden by his blue-streaked white hair. He did, however, have short horns.
