Shannon....Moonclaw stared at the stranger. It was a girl, not much older than she was, but dressed strange. Her clothes looked like something out of a renaissance faire that a peasant child would wear, a tunic and trousers, with a hooded cloak at rest over the shoulders, but she wore modern canvas and rubber sneakers. The clothes were careworn, patched and dirty, but she herself was clean, fair skinned with long raven hair and deep black eyes.
"Who ....who are you?" Shannon demanded. Her nose smelled nothing, and no one else stirred at her voice or the presence.
"A friend, a friend of the dragon," The girl explained. "She sensed your coming and sent me to see you, to get a look at you."
"I..." Shannon blushed. "I just was having a dream..."
"Yes, a warm wonderful dream, but your body feels hot, that is hormones. You are feeling desires a girl will feel as she grows up, things you do not understand yet but you will in time."
Shannon rubbed her paws over her arms, "it feels like Im burning up."
To her surprise the girl approached and laid a hand on her forehead. IN a moment the heat subsided, the tingling faded, and she felt a relief wash over her. "Better?"
"Y...yeah...what did you do?" she asked.
"I made your body just a little younger inside, to a point where you wouldnt feel those things yet." She said.
"You...you what?" Shannon looked at herself. She did seem a little smaller, lyther, less developed.
"Its all right the dragon will be able to turn you back. now..." She sat down. "Lets talk..."