Century Experience

I wake up, my jaw shivering from the cold of the floor penetrating my bones.

"W-what's h-happening?" I ask, my teeth knocking against each other and my breath misting in the air. Looking around, I see the elf poised above a sleeping Angela, knife at her throat. Blue is also sleeping; at least, I hope she's sleeping. Considering that she's a reptile, I hope her inner fires are enough to combat this cold. Frost can actually be seen covering the adamantium that I'd used for mass, and I realize I'm completely nude, except for Murasame on my hip.

Why hadn't I remembered to form my clothes when I changed back from being a dragon? I remonstrate internally as I curl into a ball.

"The Pillar of Fire is dead," the elf states, almost as coldly as the frigid air around us. "This traitor said she could help you recover." Her eyes rove over my naked body, and she must agree with what she sees, as she nods. "I see you're recovered. We need to get moving."