Loki stepped outside her tail and started to circle the beast. "Hmm... I was seven when I preformed my first transformation." That had not been the age Kat had expected. Seven meant that if she had grown up with them, she should already be able to fly. Great.
Katherine watched her father muster the dragon in front of him. "I should be able to take on a similar form. However, that should not enable me to fly. Your body cannot be supported by wings this small." That was a downer.
"But dragons fly, Dad. How...?"
"Ah, they do but it needs more than their wings. They have a magic embedded in them that enables them to take flight. Your heritage might have bestowed this gift on you."