Eyerthrin extended his arms as far as he could reach in both directions. He inhaled, bowed his head, and touched his chin to his chest. He then lifted up his head, bent his neck into full extension, and exhaled. Scintillating lights surrounded him. His tall muscular frame shimmered in the lights, paled to a man-sized white light, and changed to a repeating pattern of brilliant lights. The man-sized form slowly expanded to a great-multicolored sphere. The expanding sphere gradually acquired a form with a massive head, four powerful legs, two great wings, an immense body, and a long serpentine tail. The large roughly reptilian shape briefly flashed many colors and solidified to the form of the young prismatic dragon.
The prismatic dragon was a wondrous sight. His scales glowed with all the colors of the rainbow. The beast was the height of several men and the mass of many horses. The dragon’s sparkling eyes made available a window to his great wisdom.
Transformation for the prismatic dragon was an innate ability, not a spell. Eyerthrin and his ilk had the ability to change their size and shape. Their weight decreased proportionately when they assumed their smaller size. If they got smaller, they weighed less, too. Density, weight, and mass were measures of Nature, not Magick. Dragons were creatures of Magick. But even Magick had limitations. The dragon could not become much smaller than his favorite man-sized form that enabled him to walk the halls of buildings, stroll the streets of towns, and ascend stairs. In his glorious dragon state, he attained a length of eighty feet and stood twenty feet tall at the shoulders with his great neck extending another fifteen feet. Innumerable scales of many sizes and shapes covered his body. The largest were about a cubit (20.6 inches) in length and width, while the smallest were the size of the tip of Nona’s sewing needle. Everyone was every color, one color, and no color; the scales continually shifted from colorless shimmering reflective surface, any one color of the rainbow after a summer storm, and a multitude of colors.
Serena’s eyes mirrored the Dragon’s scales. The siren stroked his powerful foreleg and marveled at the softness and warmth of the scales, a feature unique to the prismatic dragon ilk. Eyerthrin inhaled and took flight.
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