maqyaža was still finding their human legs. walking on two instead of four was proving to be more of a challenge than they anticipated. never mind that they no longer had a tail to aid in balance. so, needless to say, they kept off the more beaten paths as they learned, preferring the cover of woods or night as they meandered farther and farther from home.
it was nearly sunset now as they walked among trees just shy of a well-worn road, barefoot and in little more than tattered ‘shorts’ and an equally rugged shirt. ( don’t get them started on clothes; they itched. ) they were just about to attempt to climb a tree when a flapping of small wings caught their attention. reflexively, they opened their mouth and flared their nostrils, hoping to get a better smell. it was a strange scent, made only more odd by the appearance of a small, opalescent dragon.
they huffed at it, resisting the urge to slink over on all fours. instead, they moved to the creature, quickly assessing that it was not a hatchling. it seemed, for all intents and purposes, a miniature dragon -- but not one that they had ever seen before.
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