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[Sometime in the afternoon, the door to the prison will open gently. No one will walk out of it; in a flash, a woman will be at the door leading outside, and opening it. She will take several steps outside, and then stop in the sun. She is beautiful to look at, if slightly haughty. Tall and slender, with jet black ringlets and pale, smooth skin, it would be difficult to mistake this alive and lovely woman for the wasted wraith usually kept in the walls of the prison.
But she is Sindragosa, and she raises her head as if to drink in the scent of the air.
And then, quite plainly, she is no longer a woman, but a long and sinuous dragon. Her scales sparkle like sapphires in the sunlight and seem to shimmer from bright blue to silver as her muscles ripple under them.
She spreads her wings and leaps into the air, catching the current to bear her away.
She flies to the roof of the Temple, but rather than attack it as she did when she first arrived, she simply leans down to look inquisitively at it. Then she curls her tail around one of the gargoyles, and stands like a proud and beautiful sentry.]
But she is Sindragosa, and she raises her head as if to drink in the scent of the air.
And then, quite plainly, she is no longer a woman, but a long and sinuous dragon. Her scales sparkle like sapphires in the sunlight and seem to shimmer from bright blue to silver as her muscles ripple under them.
She spreads her wings and leaps into the air, catching the current to bear her away.
She flies to the roof of the Temple, but rather than attack it as she did when she first arrived, she simply leans down to look inquisitively at it. Then she curls her tail around one of the gargoyles, and stands like a proud and beautiful sentry.]