Quickly, she ordered the dragons be taken to the wyvern Place of Power where she had been reborn. She made up some pretense about refitting the armor through magic, which satisfied Skyslining and subsequently the others.
At last, they landed just out of sight of the Place of Power. Queen Besha then told them they would have their fittings done one at a time. No sense letting them know what was in store.
Skyslining, of course, volunteered to go first. Unconcerned, the dragoness climbed onto the stone of Basheba as the Queen instructed. Instantly, the magic seized her, and she changed, growing slender and more serpentine in body while her wings and forelimbs merged into arm-wings like a bat. Her crest of horns became a wyvern's spiked frill, and her muzzle narrowed. In the end, in her place stood a perfect wyvern female whose armor, as promised, fit a lot better.
Meanwhile, her mind adjusted completely into that of a wyvern. "What are your orders, my Queen?" She asked with a bow.
Much better, Queen Besha thought. "Stay out of sight while they send the others."
Soon, Fel'hiren arrived. Being the leader of the four and the most cautious, he hesitated in front of the stone. Rolling her eyes, Queen Besha shoved him, making him stumble into place.