"Everyone has stopped. Each and every face has turned to stare at you with a look of surprise, confusion, and...fear?"
Not fear about the fact you were now a dragon however.Hell ,everybody
in that magically created town was a dragon in their natural form,so
seeing another dragon was no big deal.
But as you should have known all the dragons of the world
gather at this desolate wasteland and hold a contest thats been going on for longer then human civilization has been around.
In its natural state theres nothing but rock and scraggly weeds
in this area.
The dragons split up into two opposing teams,the
Castrumiels and the Mielcastrus
and they use their magics to create a medievel town for a day.
They then proceed to use their magics to shapeshift themselves
into a human shape.
Since dragon magic wears out quickly when used for anything
not related to dragon needs,its a endurance contest where the
team that can maintain their human shapes the longest and maintain
the existence of the towns of
Castrumiel and Mielcastru till midnight takes home the Trophy,to
display in their caves.
If you'd looked more carefully at the wares in the market,you'd have
noticed that some of the stuff is already dissappearing from the tables as the dragon magic starts to fall apart.
Now the Castrumiel team of dragons had managed to maintain these human forms for a day
for twentyseven years in a row now,and this contest they would have bagged the Trophy
for the fourth time in a row,which would have been a new world record and something to really roar about.
However the rules are any dragons who return to their natural shape autimatically
cost their team the contest,and here you are blundering about,
flapping your wings,most assuredly not in human shape.
The distant yell of the King and Queen's Spotters
seeing one of the Castrumiel team returning to dragon shape
just blew away this lot the prize,which was what they had looks of fear
on.
One of them,who looks like a young women carrying a basket of eggs
shrieks in horror as she spots the Spotter off in the distance yelling to
other dragons that Mielcastru won this contest.
Then the young lady's face twists into a face of snarling rage and she flings
the basket of eggs at your snout before she turns back into her natural shape
( a two headed brown scaled western feral) and flaps off back to her home,the
contest blown for another nine years because of you.
You can hear her dragonish curses ( even the ability to speak a human
voice and human language is a temporary magiced thing) all the way
to the mountains where she normally lairs.
"Well son,looks like you just cost us the Trophy!"
says one dragon who's still shapeshifted into a wizardly human form
"Care to explain why you broke the RULES!!!!!!"