She growled. "Not the issue," she wrote. At least she was pretty sure it wasn't. after all, this was her heritage, wasn't it? She stretched her wings, uneasily. She wondered, not for the first time, how she looked. Because now if she looked like her mom, it was clear... this was her coming into her own. Somehow. Without a clue how to turn back. But if she was some other kind of dragon...

Could that stone have had magic on it? Now she was unsure. And more, she was unhappy. Very. Her talons scratched into the roof as she closed her forepaws like fists.