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pain in her feet went away, the girl delved into her backpack. She had been given one from the Academy to keep trinkets like the amulet stored safely, but Cheleya had found that she liked other things as well. A sky blue blanket, the color of her scales, was pulled from inside the sheltering pack. It was soft and on occasion the girl had used it in human form at night. The straw and grasses used to make her bed were not as comfortable as a human as they were as a dragon, so the soft cloth was one of her favorite things.
    A hair brush came out and Cheleya contemplated it for just a moment before the girl let the brush run through her new strawberry blond hair. The brush also had other colors besides blond between the bristles. Cheleya had played with other colors of hair before, even if she always kept her face and body the same.
    As she brushed her long hair, a sigh came from deep within her chest. Contentment and a strange sensation of satisfaction came with each pull through her hair. She had no tangles. Cheleya never did, but the feel of the brush moving through her hair was intoxicating to the dragoness. The dullness of feeling through dragon scales made her wonder what other wondrous things she could feel as a human, but for now a relaxing brushing was enough of a change.
    Her posterior was beginning to become sore with the hard stone ground beneath the young woman. The dragoness paused in her brushing and sighed again. Looking around the room, she noticed some of the wood ringing her bed. Putting the brush back into the pack, Cheleya stood and began to chant.
    Pieces of wood began to slide around and pull together. In moments, the magician had pulled the wood into a semblance of a chair, but it was open where the seat needed to be. Straw and grass combined in a new spell as the girl wove them together strengthening the whole as the braiding added power and a flat surface came together. Binding it to the wood with several strands of her own hair, braided into twine with her magic, the dragoness soon finished her creation.
    While it would be unlikely to receive high marks by a true artisan, the chair seemed solid and more than strong enough to hold her human body. Testing it as she sat, Cheleya went back to her pack and retrieved her brush.
    Another sigh of satisfaction came as she sat in her new chair feeling the brush stroke her hair comfortingly. While she knew that she should study more of the magic Malaketh had taught them, the girl found that she didn’t care that much. It was just nice to sit in the peace and quiet of her own room. Being human was certainly a soothing change of pace for the dragoness, Cheleya decided.
     
    “Again?!” the deep voice of the dragon Sorqesta growled as her footsteps drew her daughter’s attention from the doorway to her room.
    Cheleya had been working with her spells, the ones that came from the books she had borrowed as the young che’ther’s mind continued to want to learn more that her teachers would not teach. Summoning, elemental casting, even some of the mind tricks were in these books, but they had distracted the young dragoness to the point of missing her mother’s heavy steps.
    “I’m sorry. I’ll change back, mother,” the little human girl pleaded hurriedly. Her fingers began to fumble with her amulet as her mind searched for the spell in her panic.
    The large che’ther noted the trinkets sitting near her bag and the chair that Cheleya had made. Charging into the room, the girl had to scamper out of her mother’s way. In human form, she was likely to get crushed to death by her own mother.
    “What is this? It is bad enough that we let you go to this magic school, but then you come back as a human! Now you bring this human junk into my house! Get this... stuff out of here now! I will not have you disrespecting me by this continual flaunting of these human things in my house, Cheleya. Now change and throw them out before I decide to simply step on them