Serena let out what perhaps had been intended as a snappy retort but what escaped her mouth sounded more like a raspy screech that made half the room cover their ears. Her mouth itself had more the appearance of a scaly beak now and the jagged teeth inside only made her look all the more unsociable.
“Oh dear, I knew that woman would simply be nothing but a trouble maker.” Gwendoloena spoke as though the sight before her were a drunken party guest making a fool of themselves rather than someone actually transforming into a monster. “I truly was holding out a little hope that she might have a change of heart too but I can see now that’s just not going to happen.”
“It’s still possible.” Raynerus said with a shrug. “After all, she has scales and whatnot but she hasn’t shown any sign of sprouting wings yet.”
As if on cue, a rather gross and uncomforting sound (something akin to a chicken bone snapping in half crossed with a rotten tomato smashed against the wall) emitted from Serena’s back. While everyone else in the room instinctively ducked down as she catapulted straight up into the air, Raynerus and Gwendoloena sighed and shook their heads.
“Is that wings I see?” asked Raynerus.
His sister nodded. “Yes, that’s definitely wings.”
“But she’s fine, she just needs to touch the feather like I did, right?” Kirkaronus tried first to throw the feather up at Serena and then, as it naturally began fluttering back down, ran under it and stood trying to blow it further up in the air.
“It’s no use lad,” Raynerus waved a hand at him, “you’ll just make yourself hyperventilate. She has to choose to take the feather.”
“Fine then.” Kirkaronus jumped up to grab the feather and shook it at her. “Serena, touch this feather and start changing back, you look absolutely horrendous!”
Rather than lending a scaly ear to the plea of her former accomplice in trying to rule the world, Serena belched out another screech and flew even higher.