☽ Dungeons and Dragons
@crklaus, @crjon, @crxcole, @crxliam
Calculations were made beforehand, and I’m the end, the only way he or any other cabin member could get harmed is if someone decided to act impulsively. Without doubt, Clotarie would secretly side eye the certain Gryffindor who respectively latched to his group. No worries, he figured, as long as he shackled the first initiative before any his group mates could. With that, he will be able to flee the site and search for scales all on his own. Here, the males stood, bewildered and/or enchanted by the beautiful creature before them. The opaleye dragon would undoubtedly leave a special impression on the Slytherin as its scales inflicted twinkles upon his hazel irises. Every movement, every twitch of its body made his eyes flick over in the direction, as if acknowledgement was mandatory—as if missing a second of the dragon was a shame.
He paces slowly... carefully around the large nest, noting down the circumference in meters when the measuring tape he had previously set out on the ground. When finished, he summons the tape back into his pocket and stands upright again. Finally, hazel eyes meet multi-colored ones, and in that moment a lovely shrill went down his spine, ordering him to fall into a fluid bow. He complies to the extrinsic force, of course, insidiously, with a hand placed on his abdomen, and without letting his head follow suit just yet. Only seconds later does his head drop down accordingly; through that, the dragon ought to have known that the wizard was captivated by its eyes. But respect must come first. When the respect was rightfully earned, the indications led Clotarie to straighten his back. There, he motions for his group mates to go next, and hopefully, after his example, their attempts will go just as, if not, more smoothly.
