Tamra clawed at the moist earth, desperate to escape the young woman's prying eyes, and the danger any sight of her draki form would bring upon herself and her sister. It did no good, the pine needles snagged her papery wings and she fell to her knees again, dirty and worn. The woman's voice was closer now and Tamra knew she would have no choice.
She would have to face her.
Taking a deep breath, she turn to face her, slitted dragon eyes taking in the woman's slender form and her brown eyes peering down at her. With so much stress and fear, it would be impossible for her to change back. Instead, her talent came into play and the mist began to flood the area instantly.