Their cries of "Mrglrlgrlrglgrlrl!" to meet the dawn make a fine alarm clock.

It's not too much further to the coast of Lordaeron.

Mice, a higher ratio of scenery to ocean! Also she has eaten a lot of fish lately in addition to hunting game on the islands and is looking forward to more non-fish food.

The trees are, as promised, quite lovely. And they contain a variety of deer, boars, bears, wolves, rabbits, birds, squirrels, and other tasty tasty animals. There are also villages of humans. She'll have to be careful about being seen as a dragon if she doesn't want to start a panic.

If she remembers her geography correctly, Dalaran is on the shores of Lordamere Lake, south of Tirisfal where she made land.

Om nom tasty various-vertebrates. She avoids the humans and has an excellent memory for geography.

Then she'll find Lordamere Lake fairly easily. Its most distinctive feature is the crescent-shaped isle in the center, rumored to harbor a population of worgen, former druids who succumbed to the call of the wild and became feral.

It's a pretty lake. She's kind of curious about that rumor, and checks out the island to see if anyone on it resembles a feral druid.

Not during the daytime. At night, there's a suspicious amount of wolfly howling, but nothing shows up to play with the dragon.

Being terrifyingly powerful is pretty great most of the time, but not so great for getting random people to interact with you. Ah, well. Onward!

Dalaran is close. Given her recent experiences vis-a-vis mortal opinions of dragons, it may be wise to make her approach on foot and in shapeshift.

Bleh, being a dwarf again. Yeah, she'll do that. Maybe if she does it enough she'll stop wondering on some level how she can balance on so few limbs.

She'll at least have lots of examples to look at.

Dalaran seen from the outside is a city of smooth white walls and needle-thin spires poking at the sky with purple tips. The gate is made of dark metal and is guarded by humans wearing purple tabards embroidered with a stylized eye in gold thread. They don't seem to be preventing entry, just ensuring safety.

She is neither a source of danger nor in any herself. In she goes, admiring the guards' clothes along the way. Her dwarf shape is wearing practical traveling clothes and of course her true form doesn't need any, but there's something to be said for sparkles.

If it's sparkles she's after, the city has them in plenty. Mortal mages tend towards the fancy in their choice of outfit, it seems. Most of them also bear some variation on the eye sigil somewhere on their persons. Almost everyone present is either human or elven. There are a few gnomes and only one or two dwarves such as herself.

Not far from the gate is what appears to be an inn. The sign proclaims it 'The Legerdemain Lounge'. Along the street to the left, it looks like a commerical district. To the right seems residential. Further in, a large citadel dominates the center of the city.

It's too early to be thinking much about inns, but she notes the location of that one before she starts wandering the commercial district.

There are a variety of shops, most magical but some mundane. A smithy, a jeweler's, wand shop, bookstore, robe shop, staff shop, antiques store, greenhouse, restaurant, potions shop, another bookstore, wine shop...

She window-shops cheerfully, examining things and forming opinions on their quality and craftsmanship but not actually buying anything.

Nothing's obviously cheap, but it doesn't seem like anyone's spent ten years on a single item refining its quality.

She's passing by a bookshop when a young girl walks out of it carrying a stack of books taller than she is. She runs right into Maragosa and spills the books everywhere. "Eep!" One of the books that was on the bottom of the stack begins flapping away. "Oh no! Come back!"

Why would someone make a flying book? Maragosa grabs for it anyway.

The book stops flapping when she grabs its spine.

"Oh, thank you! I am so sorry master dwarf, I didn't see you. I checked for tall people but not short people, eheh. It's just Archmage Marwyl wanted Addevalt's Compendium and Mercer's On the Dragonish and volume six of Gryffon that's the one that started flying and Karl said that it was important to get them quickly or I'd have to do the dishes again but this time they wouldn't let me animate them to wash themselves-" The girl is babbling.

"It's no trouble, I don't see how you could have known I was there around all those books. I happen to have nothing pressing to do today except wander the city; I'd be happy to help you carry them just to give some more direction to my wandering." She starts scooping up books as the girl does the same, until they've each got half.

"That'd be really helpful, thanks!" She stands up. "My name's Diane."

Maragosa is kind of obviously a dragon name. "Pleased to meet you Diane, I'm, uh, Mekith." She stole that name out of a history book but the original owner is dead.

"Mekith! Nice to meet you. Mekith, Mekith," she mumbles the last bit to herself, beginning to wander off down the street. "Mekith Mekith Mekith. That's a uhhhh Wildhammer name? I think? Oh yeah, yeah. Hey, Mekith's in Gryffon, actually! He did the thing, at the Battle of Dun Aldr!" She glances back, quizzically. "...That wasn't you, was it? Could have sworn he died after that..."

"Yeah, he's dead, I'm a different one. So, tell me about yourself?"

"Me? I'm an apprentice at the Violet Citadel. I was born on a farm but Da said they already had enough girls, eheh, and I was pretty smart so after my fifth birthday when the Kirin Tor taxmen came around I went with them. Been here ever since."