It was a gloomy and stormy day. Perfect day for flight practice. Feeling the wind over her body and her wings stretched comfortably to their fullest was her favorite feeling. She had been told by the locals that it made most feel safer with a dragon in the air. As she flew she felt a gentle nudge at the edge of her mind.
~~Celest?~~
~~Yes mother?~~ She asked without speaking
~~Dinner time love, come down from there please~~ Her mother's voice whispered.
~~As you wish~~ Celest smiled and started her circle home.
She knew her mother would be starting dinner now. She always seemed to know just how long she had to get home because her mother shared her cooking thoughts with her. It was pasta night; which meant thirty minutes to get home. She found the perfect flight rhythm to get there. She was getting much better about pacing herself and had flown a decent ways today. Not quite her furthest, however she wasn't aiming to beat that today. It was also her fifth day in a row. Tomorrow might need to be a rest day. As Celest neared her landing pad she could smell her mothers meatball sauce.
As she got closer Celest slowly started shifting. She started shrinking in size; stopping when she could hover without damaging the flowers. Finally, smoothly shifted into her witch form. She was twenty-three years old, five foot five inches tall. Her long green dress sleeves billowed in the light wind that comes with living atop a forest hill. She picked three cherry tomatoes from the garden as she made her way inside.
"It smells amazing mum." She spoke as she ate her harvest.
"Indeed." Her father confirmed entering the kitchen.