[Training] here i am

Maea

Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,

Of course, the wings were a weak point to all avians, the first thing they learned to protect and the first thing to be targeted while airborn. It didn't mean the dragon was automatically immune to such assaults; just that she saw it coming.
Again she dove, twisting out of the way and just barely avoiding the sharp talons this time. Talons skimmed the surface of the waves, and now she was starting to feel cornered, pinned between icy water and a furious foe that showed no signs of enjoying itself.

Twisting its neck around, the dragon drew in a deep breath. A glow started up deep within its chest, a volcano come alive at a drop of a coin; and with a soundless roar like an earthquake displaced into the skies, fire erupted between them. It wasn't aimed directly at the griffin - she still had no intention of killing it - but rather intended to fill the air between them, to serve as a ward so that the dragon had time to gain altitude. Already her wings were beating the water into froth, shaping hurricanes as she rose higher, steadily upwards; quietly marveling at the raw strength of this blessing of a guise.

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Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.