[The space is enough for his scale created form. He takes the scale out with his free hand. It is a good way to show Diluc the first glimpse of the magic within the scale.
He kisses the back of Diluc’s knuckles and lets go of his hand.] So, I don’t always have to use Dvalin as a frame to shift. I have a different frame I can use from all the memories of other lives.
I can make a smaller version on my own. But for the full size? The scale is needed.
[He takes a step back as he focuses on the magic in the scale. He lets it pour out and into him. Icy flames spill out of his mouth and flood the space. Kaeya is no where to be seen but the flames are all around Diluc. They twist into a storm of fire that goes up and up, until a massive western styled dragon body can be seen as the flames condense. He towers over head. His front paw is as large as a small building. His scales seem carved from ice. Sleek, graceful. He is built for speed and magic. His wings spread wide, refracting the light through the seemingly delicate panes of ice that shape them. His horns glow with a soft pale blue light as do the ridges of his spine and tip of his tail. Icy breath spills from his mouth in a puff of cold.
He lifts his hand and turns it, presenting it as a platform for Diluc. His voice is deeper, resonating with power.] Don’t worry, your flames can’t melt the Northern Star.
[The magic filling the air feels ancient. Unmistakably draconic but so old it feels like walking on Dragonspine. Kaeya laughs and the sound is a deep rumble. He possessively curls his vast body around Diluc.] The first step with the scale is finding the draconic magic that is so unlike ours. You let the scale be your vision.
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He kisses the back of Diluc’s knuckles and lets go of his hand.] So, I don’t always have to use Dvalin as a frame to shift. I have a different frame I can use from all the memories of other lives.
I can make a smaller version on my own. But for the full size? The scale is needed.
[He takes a step back as he focuses on the magic in the scale. He lets it pour out and into him. Icy flames spill out of his mouth and flood the space. Kaeya is no where to be seen but the flames are all around Diluc. They twist into a storm of fire that goes up and up, until a massive western styled dragon body can be seen as the flames condense. He towers over head. His front paw is as large as a small building. His scales seem carved from ice. Sleek, graceful. He is built for speed and magic. His wings spread wide, refracting the light through the seemingly delicate panes of ice that shape them. His horns glow with a soft pale blue light as do the ridges of his spine and tip of his tail. Icy breath spills from his mouth in a puff of cold.
He lifts his hand and turns it, presenting it as a platform for Diluc. His voice is deeper, resonating with power.] Don’t worry, your flames can’t melt the Northern Star.
[The magic filling the air feels ancient. Unmistakably draconic but so old it feels like walking on Dragonspine. Kaeya laughs and the sound is a deep rumble. He possessively curls his vast body around Diluc.] The first step with the scale is finding the draconic magic that is so unlike ours. You let the scale be your vision.