[b]"You are truly impressive, in and out of your dragon form."[/b] She complimented after he was finished transforming. Though, when he mentioned her turn had now come she stood for a moment hoping that some one would come along and interrupt this event. Perhaps a thief, a wandering thief would stroll right up to Vesperia from out of the blue, and snatch her velvet bag away that held each beloved gem. In reality that would surely not happen and she must go through with this, it was bound to happen eventually.

[b]"Oh--I guess it is my turn isn't it?"[/b] She said in a weary voice, her head hung low for a moment, and eyes were cast to the ground in defeat. 

With a deep inhale a change began to occur. An ominous all consuming cloud began enveloping the female. A vibrant flash of amethyst like a lightening bolt could be seen within the source before swirls of purplish vapor, almost resembling poison, ascended toward the sky. These fumes never reached their longing destination before vanishing into the atmosphere. Before Sealameet anxiously stood a pitch dragon with the same violet glow found along its wings just like both eyes. A rather slim serpentine form lined with spikes nearly from head to tail, was not massive in size but rather compact making for very agile movements. She was quite fast in this form and could run and fly with great speed while weaving or turning with ease. Without speaking this creature looked rather intimidating and harrowing but the voice that followed was anything but. Vesperia remained perfectly still except for the end of her tail, which sometimes flickered back and fourth--a sign of nervousness.

[b]"Uh, shall we? Wouldn't want us to be late--touring...in the sky?"[/b] She felt foolish at the words that managed to escape. It was a mesh of a question when it should have been a suggestion.