"Isn't she almost an adult already? I'll just use a little Time Magic to speed up her growth. Then she can use shapeshifting and keep up with us, so she won't get picked up by Orcs again," Chromie suggested. After all, she was a Black Dragon; Onyxia had to agree first.
The Black Dragon impatiently waved her hand. "Hurry up, hurry up. Do whatever you want." She was still anxious to go down and see whether Sinestra had been captured.
The Bronze Dragon actually sympathized with this Black Dragon. Having been enslaved by the Dragonmaw Clan until she was like a mindless Dragon Beast, she could not help remembering how she had nearly become the same way herself. Her sympathy overflowed, and she wanted to lend this Black Dragon a hand.
Of course, what she would never admit was that if they rescued this Black Dragon who had been enslaved by the Dragonmaw Clan and kept her around, Onyxia would never dare call her a "stupid dragon" again.
The Bronze Dragon walked up to the Black Dragon sprawled on the ground and waved her staff, beginning her spell. Bronze motes of light slowly gathered in the air before settling over the Black Dragon.
The motes began to change. The Black Dragon's body swelled outward by a size, then released a burst of Dragon Awe. She could not help throwing back her head and roaring at the sky, after which her body rapidly shrank. She became a black-haired girl and stood before everyone in confusion.
"Don't look!" Onyxia reacted first. She grabbed Deren and covered his eyes. Then she yelled at the Bronze Dragon, "Why didn't this one transform with clothes on?"
"I-I didn't expect that either!" The Bronze Dragon was sweating profusely as she extended her staff to examine her.