Snippet #2746225

Mycah let out a breath when she give him five minutes, that he hadn't known he was holding. He grinned widely and bowed gratefully. When she finished her orders, his grin widened even further. He was granted permission to be with his daughter for much more time then he'd prepared for. He was almost giddy with excitement. He nodded, agreeing to het terms and then backed away from them both. Hotaru though her dragon was beautiful, was young, as such, her dragon form was small, like that of a horse. Mycah, however was older, much and his dragon needed much more space. His skin shimmered like Hotaru had, only his scales were black and red, like brimstone, or hot coals. Smoke began to swirl as he began to feel the slight pinprickling sensation of his skin shifting. Hotaru's large gold eyes watched with interest as the smoke surrounded them, growing larger and larger by the moment, it was as if a thick fog began to roll in and settled at the clearing. Soon, within the smoke, bones shifted, cracked, grew and reformed, skin thickened, hair grew, then flattened and hardened in to hexagonal pads, laying flat in a brick lay pattern, eyes enlarged, the colors shifting from a deep warm brown disks amid to a golden yellow amidst pitch black slits. The Dragon emerged from the smoke as it faded and bowed to the little one. The little dragon nuzzled it's smaller maw against the larger and he obliged. Mycah turned his large head to Eida and lowered it to look at her. "Thank you, Day Girl, for this." He said, his voice low and rumbling, with echos of his own but with a low and hollow growl behind it. He'd learn to speak in his dragon form, something he hadn't been able to do when he was with her before. "I owe yoy much."