@mortalcleave continued from here
Some of the students look a bit wary as Yone follows them towards the open space. A larger, grassy area devoid of the usual decorations that Leng Yun seems to adore so much. What has taken up the space now seems to be a rather large, ball of fur. Or, if someone were to look a bit closer, they would see that it is merely Leng Yun’s true form.
Curled up with all his fur facing outward, the dragon patiently watches his followers pick and choose where they climb up on him. Like a bunch of kittens climbing on their mom. The dargon carefully keeps an eye on all of them, reaching out to help some of the younger and shorter ones up if they need it.
“Be careful with that, Taolan. You are a teacher as well, you ought to know that a handful of fur will not hold your weight.” A meek ‘sorry’ sounds from behind one of Leng Yun’s coils. The dragon huffs a little. How careless.
