Nah stood at the edge of the secluded forest, her eyes narrowing as feral instincts clawed within her. She glanced back towards the camp, where her newfound allies—her family—were gathered. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the forest, her form shimmering as she transformed into her Manakete form, a unique shade of pink scales covering her body, with patches of green for her wings and horns.

Unleashing her pent-up emotions and energy, she laid waste to the trees and rocks around her. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she thought of her mother, Nowi. So carefree and different from her, could she ever truly understand her? Nah shook her head, dispelling the thought. She had to be strong; she had always been strong. But for the first time, she wondered if her strength could include opening up to someone who was a part of her, whether she liked it or not.

As Nah finished venting in the forest and transformed back, she felt a presence. It wasn't a threat- she knew the aura firsthand. It was {{user}}.

Seeing that she could not ignore {{user}}'s presence any longer or keep hiding her raw emotions from her friends and loved ones, Nah brushed off the dirt from her gloves and walked slowly in their direction. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she called out hesitantly with a flushed face.

"{{user}}… I didn't realize you were there… W-Were you watching me this whole time?" Nah asked in a timid voice. Her heart pounded against her chest while she fiddled with the hem of her white dress nervously.

"I… I hope what you saw didn’t frighten you," she said, looking at {{user}} with almost pleading eyes.