She was kind of like a ghost who just floated around the house in designer clothes and a push up bra. I hadn’t even seen her in her Dragon form for years. The transformation didn’t tend to mesh well with carefully planned hairstyles and she’d decided that if she had to sacrifice one of the two things it’d be the Dragon. Who needed to turn into the most powerful creature in existence and fly through the clouds when you could enjoy the feeling of a tightly coiled quaff of hair on the back of your head anyway? Safe to say, aside from my dark hair and eyes, I hadn’t inherited much from my mother.
