[Inclining her head slightly, Morgana's eyes glow. The swirling intensifies, but the flurries pull away from Elsa, and the snow from the ground rises. They twist together, undulating, and when they burst apart, it's in the shape of a dragon. It's small, only a couple feet in length, but its wings pump, and it's jaw opens in a silent roar.
After a few moments, it loses its shape and the snow falls soflty to the ground. Morgana watches it almost sadly, before blinking and turning to the blond.]
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[Inclining her head slightly, Morgana's eyes glow. The swirling intensifies, but the flurries pull away from Elsa, and the snow from the ground rises. They twist together, undulating, and when they burst apart, it's in the shape of a dragon. It's small, only a couple feet in length, but its wings pump, and it's jaw opens in a silent roar.
After a few moments, it loses its shape and the snow falls soflty to the ground. Morgana watches it almost sadly, before blinking and turning to the blond.]
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