Wake Up

For the first time in a long time, BlueScale opens her eyes.

    The Scenery is unfamiliar. Instead of at her masters home, waiting for them to return, she's seated on an old wooden table. The room is sunny and warm, with rolls of fabric and strange materials filling the shelves. It reminds her, in a way, of her masters workshop, with magical scrolls and potion ingredients stacked to ceiling height. Unlike her masters workshop, this room has a spring green wallpaper, and bird song drifting through the windows.

    Even Blue herself has changed. Instead of scales and claws, she finds she had plush fur and soft paws. She's unsteady as she stands on short, thick legs. Her wings feel clumsy and strange - she doubts she could fly like this.

What happened to her? Where is her master? How long has she been asleep? And who's making that sound from the other room?