The Stronghold plane welcomed me, drew me in as I settled on the wall, wings furling behind me. I held onto my drach shape for a few moments, feeling the brush of the wind over my scales, inhaling the scent of fresh air and the meadow below, the moisture of a coming rain lingering over me.

I'd flown here on purpose, embracing the drach in me though I'd seemed to have fallen back into the habit of traveling the veil as a woman. My chest expanded, ...