[Her observation brings forth a small smile, something genuine and rare. He faces her as he stands at the edge of the cliff.] Elves age much slower than humans. But I am neither.
[It's not a beautiful transformation. He hunches over, smoke swirling about his limbs. His fingers lengthen into claws, and his surface begins to shift and melt: cloak and skin and all. He feels some disorientation as his bones situate themselves into a new shape, and then he is free.
The elf she once knew is now a gargantuan wyrm with scales of crimson, hovering before Dany with effortless beats of his great wings.]
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[It's not a beautiful transformation. He hunches over, smoke swirling about his limbs. His fingers lengthen into claws, and his surface begins to shift and melt: cloak and skin and all. He feels some disorientation as his bones situate themselves into a new shape, and then he is free.
The elf she once knew is now a gargantuan wyrm with scales of crimson, hovering before Dany with effortless beats of his great wings.]