Are You Certain You Want This One?

Emni crashed to the ground, roaring flames of outrage. Her wings were trapped and arms were bound as she made a wyvern sized crater in the ground. The anger in her body burned, she kept roaring her outrage until white light surged through her and all around her, forcing her to shrink painfully, lose her wings and be left curled up in the fetal postion, body suddenly freezing cold and utterly naked. What sorcery was this? What had happened to her majestic draconic body?

"Unhand me!"

Actual words? But how? She couldn't even fathom it herself as a cold device was clasped around her neck and she was dragged towards a pair of human females. Emni growled, trying to spit fire at them but her fireball couldn't come up, instead making her cough smoke.

"And you're sure you want this one? You could do so much better."

Syet muttered, pushing the wyvern down to her knees in front of her daughter Cirre.