I put on one of the necklaces, the cool, silver chain a strange, unfamiliar weight against my skin. I closed my eyes, the image of the Dragon Kingdom's imposing gates still burned into the back of my eyelids. I focused, my mind a whirlwind of images as I tried to construct the perfect disguise. I needed to be a dragonkin, a member of the proud, ancient race that ruled these lands, but I couldn't be too conspicuous. Not too powerful, not too weak. Just… enough.
Small, sharp horns, the color of polished obsidian, sprouted from my temples in my mind's eye. My eyebrows, once a simple, dark line, became a fiery, crimson red. A subtle, almost imperceptible pattern of fine, dark scales traced a path along my jawline, a subtle hint of my draconic heritage. It was a simple, elegant illusion, one that spoke of a respectable but not overly powerful bloodline.
