Maea
I am out with lanterns
A thoughtful silence followed as the ancient considered Lena's elaboration. A very stubborn part of her raged against the implication that she was responsible for managing the safety and comfort of others, while a more sensible side admitted that it wasn't unlike the responsibility of large ships to keep a lantern lit, as a warning to other sailors in the night. Was she then flying in the dark right now? Making her a pirate in the eyes of lawful citizens, a rogue among Attuned, and no doubt that was a delight to her chaotic goddess. She could imagine Charlie shrugging about it, could see Danta's grin at the prospect of causing mayhem - and that said enough about what she herself needed to do.
"I don't want anyone to be afraid of me," she replied softly. "What... would have let you feel safer, in my approach, just now? Could I have done anything to reveal my nature or intent...?" She hadn't been roaring or breathing fire, so it wasn't that. She could probably announce to the world that she had attained this shift - make a declaration on noticeboards and through letters - but ultimately that wouldn't help if indeed there was no visual cues to suggest that this ancient was different from any other, or separate from the wild dragons. And really... the idea of simply never flying through the skies in this guise was painful in a way she couldn't explain. Not unlike the notion of needing to conceal her horns or her tail. The shift was as much part of her as any other physical trait and she had every right to assume it whenever she wished.
Which left a marker, of some sort. To declare her otherness, and leave it to others to decide whether that was enough. "Do you think an item of some sort would be noticeable enough? Like a collar or such..." Something that changed in size, bright and visible... She at least didn't hate the idea.
"I don't want anyone to be afraid of me," she replied softly. "What... would have let you feel safer, in my approach, just now? Could I have done anything to reveal my nature or intent...?" She hadn't been roaring or breathing fire, so it wasn't that. She could probably announce to the world that she had attained this shift - make a declaration on noticeboards and through letters - but ultimately that wouldn't help if indeed there was no visual cues to suggest that this ancient was different from any other, or separate from the wild dragons. And really... the idea of simply never flying through the skies in this guise was painful in a way she couldn't explain. Not unlike the notion of needing to conceal her horns or her tail. The shift was as much part of her as any other physical trait and she had every right to assume it whenever she wished.
Which left a marker, of some sort. To declare her otherness, and leave it to others to decide whether that was enough. "Do you think an item of some sort would be noticeable enough? Like a collar or such..." Something that changed in size, bright and visible... She at least didn't hate the idea.
Looking for myself
