I watched her flounce down the street as though she owned it. Her jet black hair the perfect contrast to the pure white of her skin, bright watery eyes wide with unkempt excitement. Three years old about to see her first dragon, pointed little elf ears peeking out from behind her flowing locks. This was the girl who caused me so much pain, the dragon trapped in the body of a mortal, my little dovahkin. She bound down the streets excitedly yellow eyes shining with delight at the sight of the small brown dragon at the edge of the forest, not even caring that it wiped out every single guard there. She bounced down the path eagerly then plopped down not two feet from the fight, not even seeing me hovering behind the forest, watching and examining her every move. She hadn't changed at all from last time. Same calm demeanor, and powerful aura as always, as she watched the guards work. I signaled my partner and he stopped fighting, and caused quite a scene. Yowling realistically with an over perfect limp, pretending to favor his right wing. I saw the outrage on her face as they continued attacking the 'poor creature' despite his "yield." I used my thu'um to form a phrase in front of her feet in a bright, flowing script. She looked at it forming the words in her tiny little mouth reaching down at it experimentally, yelping when the words shot up a light which then circled her, and ingrained itself in every inch of her ancient mind.
Gently I pried into her mind to share my knowledge of the particular shout, before urging her to use it, testing if I was right. Seeing if she was who I thought she was. I was almost surprised when she cried out. "Fus… Ro… Dah." Her powerful voice echoing through the clearing, causing all the guards to collapse in a puddle of separated body parts. One word filled my mind as I saw the power behind her unrelenting force. That one word was perfect.