The kobolds of the Dragon's Heir tribe murmur among each other after hearing these first words from Tik Tik. They ask each other questions about the truths they've listened to--of kobolds from outside the tribe partaking in sexual encounters for more than just reproduction to how different creatures and beasts also partake in such pleasures.

Tik Tik stands at the makeshift podium. Her book opens before her. She scans over the others before continuing her speech.

"Tik Tik has gained many powers from the world beyond. These will help the tribe flourish. Observe, as I have control of my very form!" She holds her hands out, closing her eyes as she focuses her power. Having perfected this after a... rather unfortunate failure, she soon changes right before their eyes.

Tik Tik's draconic features become much more pronounced, her horns longer, and her face frilled with majestic scales. Her outfit glows with a magical aura, flashing into light and dispersing into motes of energy.

Other kobolds hiss and look away, but not the Kobold Queen, who sits back and watches the display with a frown. She is one of the only ones there to observe the process, how Tik TIk's arms elongate, and how her legs strengthen. How her flat underbelly swells with twin mounds,  developing full and proper mammalian breasts, and her hips explode into beautiful egg-bearing proportions. Now towering over the others, she must hunch over to fit into the small chamber.

All are silent before her, some in awe, some in fear, others in disgust at the new form. But if Tik Tik is bothered by it, she does not show it to the others.

Finally, the silence is broken, and Quiquan chirps up. "How? Why? You look like a dragon but also ugly, like an outsider!"

Running her hands over her horns, Tik Tik sighs, her long tail slapping against the wall, the chill of the air feeling good against her newly transformed body. "This isn't the only thing Tik Tik can do now," she says. "Tik Tik can make you all larger and stronger, fight against your  enemies when necessary, or make you smaller and fit inside the  traps we design, making them far more powerful and deadly than before!"

"This isn't the power of a wizard," The Kobold Queen says, crossing one leg over the other as she sits there, resting her cheek upon her hand. "You got this from somewhere else: from someone in particular, didn't  you?"

"I do not wish to correct my queen," the transformed Tik Tik admits,  "but it is by my power that I am so changed. However, it was inspired by others and by one in particular. Listen, my brethren, as I speak of my encounter with a most otherworldly force."

—-
Tik Tik tumbles down through the moist cavern, naked with only her cloak wrapped around her waist. Her book falls with her, landing on an open page in her head. She groans, pushing herself up, the effects of the newest potion she created having worn off after quite a wild adventure. It was not the sort of wild she usually enjoys, but it was a learning experience and a tale for another day.

The kobold stands up, closing the book neatly and then turning to look at the hole she had fallen from. "Good luck, friends," she shouts up there, mostly sure that they had moved on by now. No matter, research and fortune have led her down this path to the old abandoned ruins off the shore of a lovely island. Sure, she may have been overzealous in her experimentation, but something in the local flora affects the potency of transmutation. If the dragonweed first came to this land because of what is in this hidden temple. This could be quite the discovery indeed.

She turns a page to the pages she had discussed with her compatriots. Upon it, she sees the yawning portal she had stepped through, its almond shape beckoning her with its strange warmth. That warmth is still here, enough that she decides to finally unclasp her cloak and leave it aside before she steps further.

The warmth continues to grow as she walks through the cavern, the temperature higher than that in the tunnels of her home. Yet, it is not overpowering but embracing.

Soon, she finds herself comfortable in her nudity, even in this unknown area, and it is then that the next chamber opens up before her. The rocky ground is replaced by soft soil. Despite the lack of sunlight, the grass filling this chamber is more like the verdant fields of the outside world than the mossy underground patches.

Sitting within the ring of grass is what appears to be a stone slab lying down like a bench. Behind that is another vertical stone, one that rises high over it.

Tik Tik approaches, learning nothing from her last bout with curiosity. The grass waves as she moves through it, and she uses only her memory of the stones' location to find her way through the thick growth.

Blades caress her body. Nothing about this magical place reeks of danger. Nothing tells Tik Tik that she should turn back. Everything reminds her of... home.

A small clearing surrounds the stone slabs, and soon, Tik Tik realizes that what she beheld earlier is not a couple of slabs but a single statue, worn away from time. What ancient people built this here? Was this temple submerged when it was first created or hidden from view? How long had it been since a mortal had laid eyes upon the treasures within?

The kobold giggles, tapping the stone with her hand. That troublesome wizard from before would be frustrated to learn that what she sought was a work of art, not a treasure.

Tik Tik appreciates it, and feeling somewhat comfortable in this cave, she clambers onto the slab and lies down upon it. Its features may be erased by time, but the feelings it emits remind her of a moment, lying curled up, floating, and surrounded by her shell, a time of pure innocence.

And it is thinking of this time that she drifts off to sleep.

—

She awakens with a nice big yawn. The young woman shifts and sits up to greet the morning. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she cannot help but stretch, letting the cool morning air touch her soft, bare skin. When she goes to scratch at her chin, she looks at her fingers and blinks a moment, staring at them.

"Something the matter babe?" The smooth voice of her lover snaps her out of her trance. She turns to face him, his shoulder-length green hair spread out over the pillow as he lays there, his hands under his head. He pushes himself up and plants a soft kiss on her cheek. "Bad dream?"

"I..." the young woman says, her voice soft and high-pitched yet alien to her. Yeah, like I was something else. Something small, weak, scary, and..."

"Shh..." he says, wrapping his arms around her, shifting so he sits behind her. His warm chest makes her feel comfortable as he wraps his arms around her tummy. Soft lips press against her neck, and he pulls away, hissing inwardly. "Wow, you're tense!" He says. Maybe you shouldn't go out just yet. Let me loosen you up a bit."

"No," she sighs and moves her hands down along her bountiful breasts and her sides. She slips out of bed and steps out to the window. Pulling the curtains aside, she stares at the beautiful kingdom before her, the trees filled with excellent glory, the perfect harmony of nature, magic, and civilization.

Her lover pads along the floor back to her, rubbing her shoulders. "Please, come back to bed, my  love."

She smiles sadly and places her hand upon his, leaning her head to nuzzle against his cheek. "Maybe... maybe I will," she says, turning around and pressing her lips upon his own, their naked bodies clinging together for what may very well be the last time.

His touch is gentle, with his fingers made soft from exceptional care. He weaves through her pink hair and caresses all of her gentle curves. It is this warmth that she will miss the most.

She pulls her lips away from him, her hands tracing his smooth face. Already, the details fade away, but his smile is undeniable. She kisses those lips once more, letting her tongue slip down inside of him, greeted by the caress of his own.

Before she knows it, he falls back onto the bed, letting her sit atop him. She likes the feeling of control here, that what she does matters in her life. She can do whatever she wants, but what she wants is right here. She sits tall upon him, trying to remember the little details, the mole on his stomach, the scar he had from the time he saved her life, the tattoo woven from his ring finger and up his arm, matching the one she has, so that when they clasp hands, it is one continuous string that binds them together.

They have often joined that way in public, but here, they can participate in a way only the two can appreciate. Already, she lowers herself, his eagerness to accept the position. There's an emptiness inside her, a desire that grows every moment she sees him, and he fills it like no other. There is no doubt that the two of them are made for each other.

Her cries fill the chamber as his hands reach up, caressing her breasts with a gentle stroking of his thumbs over her nipples. Everything he does is to please her, yet she cannot help but feel guilty.

Their groans join in on one another as they reach their syncopated rhythm. She squeezes her eyes closed as her body squeezes around him just as much, and soon, the seeds of life release themself deep into her warmth.

One day, she knows she will be a mother, and he will be that child's father. It is a simple fact of life and a method of devotion to their deity, yet it is more than that. It is love, pure and simple.

He sits up, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close by the shoulder blades. He isn't done, and neither is she. She holds tightly around his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusts forward, harder into her than the time before. The blessings upon them are unending.

The distant roar shakes the foundations of the tower. The dark form descends from above, its speed and its cry shattering the glass and stone before a claw grasps at her, tearing her from her lover's embrace.

She holds her hand out to him, but as they fly further away, there is nothing else to it but to watch as everything--their life together, his face, his name--vanishes.

—

Tik Tik sits up with a gasp, clawing at the stone slab for some kind of support, but as her claws dig in, they scratch against scales, not against a stone. They are magnificent verdant plates much larger than her own. Confused, Tik Tik flips around, staring up toward the ceiling, only to be blasted with the sun's radiance. The kobold hisses, covering her eyes, and rolls off, but a gentle voice rises as she falls, and a large hand catches her, pulling her away from the ground and higher. "Shhh, my child... it's alright. The nightmare has passed. You are here  now, in your mother's arms..."

"M... mother?" Tik Tik asks, her eyes squinting through the light, but even through the slits, she can see the magnificent being before her. With a long neck, a brilliantly frilled head, and beautiful horns, this creature could be none other than a mighty dragon. 

But this dragon presses Tik Tik up against her body, squishing her to a soft spot on her scaly hide. At the tip of this mound is the unmistakable point of a mother's nipple. This point presses up against her mouth. Her petite body squeezed up against the massive breast to the point that a golden liquid seeps out from the opening, falling onto her snout.

Tik Tik snorts a moment, but as some of the liquid drips down to her tongue, it instantly sends a warmth through her that makes the sun less bright and the dragon before her much more visible.

"It's been a while since someone came to that shrine to see me. Imagine my surprise when I find a little one like you." The dragon’s other hand, not cradling Tik Tik, brushes a finger along her frill and up over her horns. "I am Xasandra."

"Zuh-Xasandra...?" Tik Tik asks, blinking and squirming, trying to get herself to sit up, but the mother holds her close to her bosom.

"Oh, has the world beyond forgotten their mother by now? Has koboldkind become so decadent that they don't remember whence they came?"

Tik Tik shakes her head. "Suh... sorry," she admits. "Tik Tik has never seen a dragon, much less a dragon shaped like a human."

"Is that what you think I am?" she asks, a purr coming from her voice, "Just a human-shaped dragon. No... I am no mere dragon, my child. I am the mother of fertility, and you... you're from the Dragon's Heir tribe, aren't you?"

Tik Tik gulps and nods.

She sighs and lowers the kobold until she stands on the ground. Even the earth beneath her toes is warm, but all around her, the vines and grasses reach high, with fruits larger than anything Tik Tik had ever seen towering over her. 

And above it all, Xasandra stands, her form fading out like a mirage until she sits before Tik Tik in her full draconic glory. "I, Xasandra, am great among dragons, goddess of the verdant field and the power of the womb. All that may bring forth life thrives because of me. My domain is of the body, but the mind may produce new fruit. So, I ask you, little Tik Tik, what is it that you had seen in that dream you had upon my altar?"

Tik Tik falls to her knees before the dragon, bowing her head low as her whole body shudders under the magnificent sight. "O... Oh great goddess Xasandra," she begins, speaking in her most fluent draconic tongue. "I saw a familiar figure, one I hadn't seen before. I was in a body not my own, in a time and place alien to me. I feel my focus was upon a humanoid woman, human or elven. But I do not know who she is. She was taken away from her home, from the arms of her lover, by a draconic agent, never to see him or her family ever again."

Xasandra nods upon hearing these words and glances up into the clear blue sky. "Taken from your home, a home that is alien to you. Yes, I think I know what bothers you. Hear my words, little one," the goddess proclaims, her massive wings spreading and blotting out the sun. "The dream you have is your troubled mind speaking to you. The life you had before is not one you wish to have, and you have been taken away by an agent of draconic power. Your very queen has the blood of dragons running through her veins, and she brought you out of the arms of your lover, your former life, to the quest you now find yourself."

It all makes so much sense. "T... these past few months, my journey away from home, all of it. It has been so life-changing. I have made new friends and learned so many new things. I think that the life I had would not satisfy me."

"You have regrets. Tell me, what is the purpose of this travel of yours? Its exact nature eludes me as I see into your soul. Do you even know"

"Tik Tik..." she gulps. "Tik Tik wants to learn about magic. She wants to learn about sex. That is Tik Tik's goal."

"And yet, this goal goes against what you were born to be. That is why you were in an unknown body. That is why you were ripped so unceremoniously from the arms of your lover. Tik Tik, do you not know what your tribe is to do?"

Tik Tik presses her nose to the ground and apologizes, "N... no, I'm sorry, I... we just were told from hatching our life roles in the tribe. We never were told why we had to do what we did, aside from the purpose of survival, and-"

"Stop speaking there, child." The goddess says. "Allow me to tell you the purpose of your people and why your quest has you so at odds with yourself. When your people breed to strengthen their kind and spread their kobold blood throughout the world, they do it to honor me, whether they know it or not."

Tik Tik gulps as she falls to her knees before the dragon. "I... It's by your decree that we breed the way we do. Then, I'm sorry, but Tik Tik has been seeking a different way. A way for more fun in how we use our bodies."

"Eroarcana..." the goddess growls, lowering her face close to Tik Tik, her hot breath like freshly tilled soil. "You seek to take the blessings of fertility and use it in your own rituals... Such blasphemy."

"Buh... Blasphemy? Tik Tik gulps but shakes her head. "No!" She shouts, holding her arms out to the sides as she stands before the goddess. "Tik Tik just wants to make the tribe happy! Each day, the tribe toils non-stop, protecting itself from the outsiders and keeping them away so as not to harm our precious eggs. And for what? Just to make more eggs and then die? Why not live for something more? Learning, friendship? Shiny gold and pleasure, too?"

The draconic deity narrows her eyes, then lifts her head, looking at the sky. "It's been so long since someone has spoken up against me, especially a kobold. I wonder why that is? There must be something different about you, but..."

Tik Tik winces but keeps standing even though her legs are tied together in her trepidation.

"Fascinating," The goddess says, finishing her thought. She smiles down at her and says. "You've achieved a new form for yourself, using my dragonweed, haven't you?" I've seen it; you took it from my place of worship without asking. It's time you pay the price, then, little one."

With another flash of brilliant light, Tik Tik falls back onto the vines. When she awakens, she is transformed into a humanoid shape with draconic scales and head, a long, powerful tail, and bountiful breasts and curves. Uncomfortable, Tik Tik covers herself, looking away.

But the goddess, now the same size as the newly grown Tik Tik and in her matronly humanoid form, crawls up upon her; her own breasts, larger than Tik Tik's new ones, press up against those sensitive mounds as her nose touches against Tik Tik's. "You want to show my children how to have fun with their work? Perhaps you can show me this fun way... convince me to change my mind, and allow me to allow them these freedoms you seek to provide."

Tik Tik blinks but doesn't say a thing. Instead, she presses her snout against the goddess’s, rubbing the noses together in a tender sign.

Xasandra stops and chuckles, her eyes closed. "You already prepare yourself for mating," the goddess says. "Just from this. Tell me," Xasandra stares into Tik Tik’s bright blue eyes now, "why is that?"

"You're treating Tik Tik like an equal, a lover!" Tik Tik says. "I'm just... I'm just a lowly mage, I-"

Xasandra's tongue along the scales of her neck silences the transformed kobold, making her shudder under the warmth and the floral scent coming from her. 

In their bed of vines, Tik Tik squirms around, her feet digging underneath some, entangling herself as her hands move along the goddess's body, scratching her scales, feeling her wings, cupping her butt in her hands.

"There is no way you can be my equal, child.," the goddess says, "but you can spread the word of this encounter. " Her mouth moves down, licking over her collar, then swirling her tongue over the dragon-bold's chest. Spread it far and wide, and be a messenger for me."

Tik Tik squeaks, pushing her chest out, wanting the dragon to do nothing more than continue what she's doing to those new and sensitive mounds, but she can't help herself and retorts. "I- I don't want to be a prophet. I want to be Tik Tik. To learn magic, to be a wizard, to have fun!"

Xasandra doesn't appear to listen to the protest. Instead, the goddess lifts herself, straddling the changed Tik Tik and spreading her wings wide so the transformed kobold can see her majesty.

Tik Tik gulps at the sight, and she feels a familiar heat running through her body. Whatever the goddess asks of her, Tik Tik realizes she has an opportunity unlike any other, so she slips out from under her and sits on her knees. She goes in for the goddess's bountiful breasts, nipping at the nipple and letting the divine fluid spill from it. It is warm, and her draconic mouth does not seem to bother the goddess, yet the fluid drizzles down her chin.

Xasandra sees this and presses her finger to Tik Tik's chin, lifting it and leaning in herself, a long lick from her deific tongue sending shivers along Tik Tik's body.

"You want to taste more," the goddess says, chuckling slightly. She then falls back, the force of her body hitting the earth, sending fruits spilling out of the trees around them. She spreads her legs apart, her sex large and inviting, and, for a split second, Tik Tik imagines what it might be like to be birthed from such a fantastic beauty as Xasandra. But she shakes her head and crawls down, lifting the goddess's legs and letting her curious tongue explore within.

The ambrosia between Xasandra's legs makes the taste of other women pale. Their faces disappeared from her mind as they came by her touch, and the sounds of the goddess's gasps filled the field. Tik Tik closes her eyes and envisions nothing but pleasing the goddess now, her tongue dutifully lapping up every inch of the motherly cavern within her.

Something wraps around Tik Tik's neck and pulls her away. One of the vines collars her as two more whips around her wrists and pull them behind her. Tik Tik gasps, her hefty chest rising and falling quickly as the goddess stands before her.

Tik Tik has already felt so much from the goddess in such a short time, but she didn't expect the next. Xasandra runs her hands down from her horns down to her jaw, from her neck down to her collar, over her breasts, down past her hips, and then between her legs. Spreading her womanhood apart, she sighs as, from within, a glistening and tall cock explodes into being. The deity gazes down upon Tik Tik with a smirk and wraps her fingers around the impressive shaft.

Tik Tik fights against the vines, trying to get her face as close to the godcock as possible, but the goddess keeps it just out of the kobold’s reach. Whining, Tik Tik's tongue sticks out, stretching as she desperately tries to get just a little taste of Xasandra’s male milk.

The goddess watches, seeing the desire in Tik Tik's eyes, the struggle in her wrists, and the whipping of her tail, and, for a moment, the goddess finally understands. Placing her hand behind Tik Tik's head, the goddess pushes Tik Tik forward, letting the female take the whole thing into her maw.

Tik Tik closes her eyes, her breasts jiggling as she shudders from the fulfillment. Her tongue wraps around the shaft as she bobs her head along it, guiding the thing to the roof of her mouth as she pushes her head along, tilting her neck as much as she can to get better angles at the mast.

The goddess's smile wavers and she quickens her breath. 

Tik Tik glances up at the huffs coming from Xasandra. The want is evident in the goddess’s eyes, and there is frustration is at the corner of the dragon’s mouth as she holds herself back. But Tik Tik pretends not to see it and keeps up with her current pace.

  The goddess, unable to hold any longer, presses the kobold's head down upon the shaft, letting it fill the wizard’s whole throat. This new body allows Tik Tik to take a larger creature's cock so easily. 

Tik Tik moans at the sensation, her hands fighting to hold onto the goddess so she can just suck off this outstanding member. She must content herself with letting her tongue stroke up and down along the shaft, feeling the blood flow as it stiffens and tasting the first drops of pre.

"Mmm... that's enough..." the goddess says, beginning to pull the dick from the kobold's mouth.

Desperate, Tik Tik closes her mouth around it, sharp teeth holding the divine shaft in place. Tears form in the kobold's eyes as she protests. 

The goddess just stares in wide-eyed shock as the tongue desperately lashes, simply not allowing her to pull out without first cumming inside her.

The goddess laughs, a hearty thing that fills Tik Tik with happiness, and she grabs onto each of Tik Tik's horns, holding tight. "Perhaps, then, I do see the fun in a little pleasure before procreation," the goddess admits, and she then shoves the cock into her maw, over and over again.
 
 Tik Tik's eyes roll back, the incredible sensation of this goddess finding out the genuine fun in sex, of using her body to do it, of having this body at all. Soon, the dragon climaxes, and Tik Tik receives her blessing all the way down into her stomach. The warm taste of seed is sweet, perhaps from the fruits of this divine realm.

Xasandra stumbles back, letting go of Tik Tik and letting the vines remove themselves from the transformed kobold. 

Tik Tik falls to her hands and knees, drooling out some of that beautiful essence..

But Tik Tik isn't allowed to rest, for the goddess presses onto her shoulder and pushes her back down onto her back, climbing once more upon the changed kobold.

"Now, then, let's give you the full experience," The dragon asks, pinching Tik Tik's nipple with her snout, the liquid stored inside squirting out into the goddess's tongue. Xasandra then rises and opens her mouth before the kobold, pouring the sweet milk upon her tongue. The warm, delicious drink is unlike anything she had tasted before. "You don't want to be my messenger? You don't want to spread this pleasure to others, to raise another generation and have that generation blessed for all eternity?"

  Tik Tik shakes her head, gritting her teeth as the kobold milk graces on her tongue. She squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the words bubble up in her throat for a moment, stuck before her mind forces them out. "Tik Tik doesn't want to be a mother!"

—

The words echo throughout the chamber, and Tik Tik opens her eyes. She lays back on the slab, panting heavily as she looks around. She's alone, back in that cave with only the tall grass and the eroded statue as company. She pushes herself up and wipes the sleepiness from her eyes.

Her back aches, her mouth is dry, and the warmth that once filled this entire chamber is strangely absent.

The kobold wraps her tail around herself as she pulls her legs in, shivering in the cold as she ponders on her strange dream. Psychotropic effects of the dragonweed? Who could possibly say? 

As she finally slides herself away from the pillar, she lands on the ground, doubling over a moment, her hand upon her stomach.

  There it is, another possible answer for her fevered vision. The kobold pats her belly again and sighs, pulling out her book. By her calculations, it has been enough weeks. She grumbles and closes the book, shaking her head. "Another month," the kobold laments.

Tik Tik slides up onto the stone once more. Egg-laying is something the breeders of her tribe do regularly. Other females who do not get fertilized by their mates just don't do it very often, so her first time had been a shock. She had her theories, of course. The most likely of which is that becoming sexually active had sparked something in her biology: an increased need to produce the necessary hormones to stimulate egg production. But since then, whenever the traveling kobold had been particularly sexually active, her body was over-produced, giving her a useless, infertile egg that must be dropped off.

Placing her palms against the seat and leaning back, the kobold spreads her legs and takes a deep breath through her nose. She has done this many times before, and it has become a process quite similar to others, like eating or sleeping, though it has come to have its own benefits.

  Gritting her teeth, she curls her toes as she pushes. Her slit spreads, the cool air of the cavern tickling up inside of her, but the warmth that spreads within the kobold's body is enough to push her forward. Her squeaks echo throughout the dead cave, empty as the egg that slips out from her. The pain of her body stretching to let the small thing escape from within her makes her tilt her head back, hissing through clenched teeth.

She remembers the first time. How she was alone in the wilderness, how the fear flooded her mind. Who could the father be? Can kobolds properly breed with other creatures? Was she to have the holy offspring of the paladin of love, like some kind of divine emissary? Was it Adaeze, whom was quite a female, yet when they had that penetration, was that enough? It could not have been the troll, for he never came within her.

For the longest time, she lay there, crying out the name of her most likely father, recalling her life back at her tribe as if it were a distant memory. "P... Prakibak!?" The dig boss was so far away. Would there ever be a chance to let him know that he had become a father?

  That first egg wasn't viable. Tik Tik had found that out upon first seeing it, and though the experience was harrowing, it cemented her opinion of the goddess.

"I... I don't want... I don't want to be a mother," the kobold pants, her eyes opening slightly as she gazes down, the glistening shell halfway out of her. She reaches down, fingers hooking within herself, the sensitive flesh pounding with pain and pleasure as her fingers shove in as well. She groans as she pushes, and soon, the tiny thing plops out like all the others.

Tik Tik falls back, her body covered in a cold sweat as the idea passes through her again. "To be a mother... maybe in another life that would be nice, but not this one." Her voice echoes around the empty former temple. 

"Perhaps I'm selfish for wanting that in my life, but you're selfish too, Xasandra. You want a new life, no matter what life wants. 

“Sometimes," Tik Tik closes her eyes, rolling off the slab and onto the floor. "Sometimes, people don't want to breed. They don't want to bring others into this world. Tik Tik wants to help those already here, her tribe, herself…"

—

"So, then," the Queen asks, a frown spreading across her snout. "This power of yours not only doesn't come from the goddess, but you've rejected her entirely?"

"I've rejected her influence upon my life, for the betterment of our tribe," Tik Tik says. As she places her hand upon her breast, her form shifts back, shrinking down, becoming once again the kobold that had left their caves long ago, yet changed, not physically, but spiritually.

"So, our tribe is divinely mandated, by a dragon goddess, no less, and you've just decided for us all to turn our back from her."

"My queen," Tik Tik begins. "I did no such thing. It is up to us, to kobolds, to discover for ourselves what we want. I merely discovered a new path, and from that discovery, I have made new advancements that will help each and every one of us."

The Queen stands from her seat, her draconic wings spreading. "If your magic can aid us, you must prove it to me personally. I've let you discuss this before the others, but I am still Queen here. It is my decision that must be made before we can change our very way of life."

  Tik Tik sighs. "Very well. If that is what you'd like, I shall do so, as there are things I wish to tell you in private, my Queen."

"Very well," The kobold queen says, smirking as she turns and heads to her bedchamber. “I eagerly await your report.”