[Repost] Looking for REVIEWS and SUGGESTIONS

Based off a dream I had before. About a girl turned into dragon (or is it the other way around?) Please read and give your honest constructive criticism. Thank you. ^-^

Valera's internal clock was switched around. Night had become day and day had become night. The sudden and spontaneous change from human into dragon left her almost stunned. Relearning old habits, only in a dragon’s body: a great edition to weight, the learning of flying, the significant increases or decreases of her five senses, and of course adjusting to being awake at night when the world was asleep.
    At least, most of the world and its inhabitants.
    Despite the rebirth into a giant flying fire breathing reptilian, the dreams she had as a human still haunted her when Valera slumbered during the daylight hours. Often replaying the nightmare of her being attacked by the humanoid form of Golernoth, the exiled king of the Stormtalon tribe. The young dragon Azalea, who had saved Valera from the bounty hunters, brought her to see the Forestwing Queen by the name of Faerinelle. Quite a fitting name, as she looked like faerie. Brilliantly colored scales that gradient from a royal purple into a faint pink, butterfly shaped wings that glittered and shined, painted with intricate designs of all sorts of vibrant colors. Long antennas replaced the usual horns on the top of her head, with a emerald jeweled crown to finish off her otherworldly beauty.
    The queen had accepted Azalea’s plea and allowed Valera inside her hidden throne room, which was to protect her from any possible abduction the exiled king might attempt. Valera had been kept within queen’s protection for days on end, learning about the past that had been wiped from her memory. Valera had left that sanctum as a dragon, but looked nothing like the other Forestwings of the tribe.
    “Take this inscription to the consort of the Stormtalon tribe,” Faerinelle had said. “Make haste, young Valera. You will have to travel alone, for it will look far too suspicious if you’re caught out with the Jungle Guards … considering your heritage.” she said it almost sourly, as if envious.
    Azalea wanted to follow, or at least have a guard fly with Valera to her destination far on the other side of the valley where the towering mountain home of the Stormtalon tribe stood. But that suggestion was quickly declined and Valera was sent on her way, with no knowledge or practice with her new dragon form and abilities.
    She was forced to learn on the way.
    It wasn’t long after she began the journey that she realized her body was exhausted in sunlight. Her eyes became tired and her body felt like it was weighed down by five tonne weights per leg, maybe even both wings. Her hearing was also heightened. The songs of birds or rushing water caused her small ears to start ringing or ache like hell. And because of her very poor amateur flying skills, Valera would often crash into bundles of branches in the tall jungle trees, sending birds and other small animals scattering, chirping at her rude intrusion. She would then spend the next hour of the day trying to untangle herself from the vines and or licking the small wounds she would acquire from her crash landings. She was not at all like the dragons of the forest. Her body was of leather texture, and while her body was slim and small, the span of her wings and lack of agility left her incompatible with the environment.
    It was because of these things, Valera would find refuge in large thickets or forest chasms to rest throughout the day. The shelter of the shade failed to give her body protection from the rays of light that poured through the trees. She would lay and be often lost in thought, trying to adjust to the changes of her body and sense. It wasn’t easy, and Valera figured it would a while before she was comfortable with her new way of life.
    She opened one eye, her head turned away from the mouth of the cave. She gazed outside sleepily, observing the time of day. The sun was beginning to set, the world blanketed in its orange light. Valera could see the flocks of different exotic birds flying above the treetops in the distance, their vibrant colors being brought to life. Valera brought her head around, lifting to her feet. She stretched in the small space, her wings slightly expanding, letting out a yawn, eyes almost shut from the long hours of sleeping.
    The cave was dark, and the symbols of the moon cycle on her sides began to faintly glow - a signal that night was coming. Valera sat down, slowing swinging her head. What do these even do? she asked herself. The symbols were reversed on the opposite sides. The right side, full moon to new moon. The left side new moon to full moon. She sometimes caught them pulsing a milky light as she flew during the night, her black leathery body illuminated around the areas of the moons.
    Her wings rested on the ground. White specks of different shapes and sizes were spread all over the dark translucent webbing of her wings similar to stars. They too were translucent, and like the moons, would glow ever so faintly in the moonlight.
    As the world outside the cave began to darken, Valera made her way out, stretching out her legs as she walked. The east wind blew gently against her skin. Despite the world shrouding itself in darkness, the humidity from the midsummer still lingered, the warmth carried with the wind. The shade from the tall jungle trees kept the forest floor cool and damp. She followed the rocky path down under the canopies, her small talons flexing in the soft fertile soil. Her thin tail flowed behind her, the crescent moon at the tip sliding against the earth.
    The stars began to make their appearance against the sunset sky. It was almost time to fly. The daytime wildlife were beginning to settle into the trees. Valera would look up into the high branches, and back looking down at her would be birds and monkeys. Sometimes even a sloth would look lazily at her, curious about the dragon moving through the forest.
    Valera came to a small valley, with rolling hills and a flowing waterfall pouring over the edge of a cliff in the distance. Her wings expanded instinctively, slowly flapping, as if they had a mind of their own and desired the taste of the wind. She felt the breeze once more coming from the east. Her head turned north - the direction of the Stormtalon territory. Set on the direction, she strode forward more, picking up her pace. A running start.
    Trotting to the end of a bluff, Valera lunged, putting all her strength into her hind legs. She sprung into the air, her large wings flapping furiously to lift her higher into the air. One flap, two flap. Three. She ascended into the sky, gaining altitude until she could glide over the treetops. The moon was beginning to shine in the east, her symbols reacting to the light.
    In the far north, the Stormtalon mountain was devoured by vicious lightning clouds. Before it was miles of canyons and wasteland. It would be another full night of flying before she reached the end of the deep jungle. Perhaps another two or three long flights until she reached the destination.
    A deep pit in her stomach made her uneasy. Valera prayed she would make it safely.

Author's Note

What do you think of the descriptions? Are they okay? What can be improved?
Any incorrect grammar or punctuation? Too many short / long paragraphs?
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