Sage
The dragon, and the multitudinous lifeforms she had invoked into action, stilled as Thorra's words echoed louder than thunder could. That great forested figure descended with a creaking and a cracking to the ground, slowly, and drew close once more the prodigious prize of power which the demigoddess had relinquished. Sage's glowing eyes considered it, then her, and then it again.
"We shall see to the sincerity of your oath soon enough, then."
A thick cloud of acrid smoke escaped Sage's mouth and nostrils, and obscured all vision of her. In her place she was soon once more the green-haired elven maiden from before, and she stood in a fine dress of leaves holding the leggings in her arms. Her eyes, now red, glared up at Thorra as if challenging her to show her craven nature by attacking now.