The elegantly dressed dragon sat quietly, running the satin edging of his sleeve through his claws. He appreciated the human's efforts, but...
"You look so very angry when you draw, child." he murmured, trying not to interrupt her frantic scratching. "And that angle CANNOT be good for your back."
"Almost done, almost done, hang on," Sandy muttered distractedly leaning in to let her bad eyes see better.
This is Sun's Warmth, a First Magister @ the Chaos College on Atlantis in my story idea The Nonesuch Papers.