" I wasn’t even certain if my wings were meant for flight. I hadn’t exactly had any luck with it the one time I’d tried.
I could glide, though. Probably.
Maybe.
Should worse come to worst, I could smoke up to them. Turn to dragon right there, dig my claws in, and hang on. That might do it.
Looked like I was about to find out.
What I hadn’t thought about, what I’d completely managed to forget about, was that I wasn’t exactly skilled at maintaining my transformed shape, either. The reminder came to me rather forcibly as I was streaming my way east, over the channel, and felt myself beginning to solidify.
No. No!
Yes.
Several thousand feet up in the air, I Turned back into a girl. Screaming, cartwheeling, everything topsy-turvy purple as gravity reclaimed me and I plummeted down to the water.
fly! sang the stars, weighing in past my screams. fly, beast!
It was a damned near save. I was a girl and then I wasn’t, managing the Turn so close to the sea that the foam from the cresting waves splashed up through the smoke of me.
Good thing I didn’t have a real heart just then. It would have stopped entirely. "
― Shana Abe , The Sweetest Dark (The Sweetest Dark, #1)