Arrival, OTA
She raged. The one thing that drew her to Man, the one Man worth anything, was dead. On top of that, her Bargain had been unfulfilled, and she had been the one to default. Within her, Madness swirled and threatened to take over the Dragon's entire being.
"Glaurmir," she called, looking around the cave she shared with her son. She looked around again and headed out of the cave. "Min son, where are you?" she called louder. In the distance, flocks of birds took wing at the power of her voice.
Into the woods steps Glaurnaneth. The Dragon returns. Standing in her 'human' form sans clothing (her norm once again), she looks at the woods in confusion. The gold 'paint' on her skin running down to cover the barest parts of her to keep her nudity from becoming explicit, she reaches out with her tail to touch several nearby trees.
"These are not min woods," she comments in wonder. She walks forward, looking this way and that as her mind tries to cope with her suddenly being lost.