[ Aro smiles. He wonders if she'll regret that question once she hears the answer. ]

Do you remember my companion, the little one, who you warned me people would fear because they hunted her kin?

Her mother changed me like that. On her deathbed. It was her last act, the gift of magic, and the charge of taking care of her egg.

[ In a way, Aro is the dragon now - or at least, he's the remnant of her. Her memories, her self, everything about her is gone, but her power is inside him. Even his skin is different than it used to be. He's still getting used to what all that means. ]

I don't really know how my own shard will interact with that, either. They're obviously very different forms of magic. Anyway, that's my story. Thanks for telling me about your people. I'd love to hear more about them, too.