She was a hardrock dragoness,just like the rest of her race
which meant she had to chew and pulverize hard rock and digest
it in her fire tubes in order to breath the fire that was currently
giving the townfolk the willies.
She was also the 33rd daughter of the Royal Sire and
Royal Dam of the Hardrock Realm.So not high enough on
the Royal Dragon Lists to be called a Princess
but after her dad mated her off to some minor Duke who
rulled a dukedom of 3 mountains called The Austere Range
she was now a Duchess and already had wyrms of her own
to deal with.
So she had not taken part in the preInvasion and Conquest
exercises the peasants,regulars and Transformation Courtiers
had trained in for months but had concentrated on what she
considered the real prize of the movement,
the Gold Leaf Paint Factory the spies had reported was
located in this particular human town on the other side.
One mans Garbage is another darkrock dragons Treasure and the
dark rockers were very covetous to acquire a building that could
manufacture liguid cold artificial gold.
And so she ,the Duke and teams of regulars and Courtiers
had planned for the reality of the Invasion.
Which was that by the time the Sun rose over the Earth horizon
by the next morning EVERYONE,be they the natural darkrock
dragons,their whole or partially and infected dark-rock former
humans,and the war booty carts needed to transport that paint
factory onto their side or they'd all be suffering from the intense
internal heartburn that comes when the Sun shines directly on
a darkrock dragons scales.
So they'd all gone into the human town with a carefully planned
schedule of what needed to be dismantled and loaded up
and the Transformation Courtiers had been extra rigourously
trained on how to calm a infected human so they could get
everyone back into dark rock territory without any
fuss and muss.
The Duchess had at first refused to take part in the
"Transforming mammals into darkrock reptillians 101"
but in the end the Duke had paid for a Transformation Courtier
to give the Duchess and the three humans he'd had his student
transform into their species had taught the Duchess the meat of the matter.
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As to be expected the peasants,who'd been told their Mission
was to give the gift of dragonhood to a oppressed human population the better to sink their new fangs into
tax collectors,had quickly turned the Invasion into a
drunken sex orgy that wasted the limited supplies of hardrock
and the Transformation Courtiers had been pressed into service a
bit sooner then they'd expected.What that meant was that soon
creaking carts filled with all manner of healthy,ill or burnt
transforming human-dragon hybrids had to rush back to the
Portal,which had meant less time for the carts to bring back the
goodies in town their spies in town had told them the locations
of.
It was a Army on the Advance and a Army on the Retreat all at
the same time.