Notes
Slowly, with ever blackened scale that takes her once soft flesh and makes it armour, she learns to be as the dragons. From her pours rushes fire, from her wings screams the wind. Fangs break flesh and claws shred dirt. And yet she is still but a shadow of those who fly higher, her masters who keep her safe because of a whim that could, as their jaws, snap at any time.
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