[center][b]Dagny[/b][/center]

Despite her attempt to show off, no one seemed interested in the young woman who could have fallen off her griffon. Nor the hole she left in the ground. She crossed her arms and snorted, smoke escaping her nostrils as she looked around at everyone. What was so fucking fascinating that they—

Oh.

The girl stripping caught her attention for multiple reasons. The first being the most obvious: she was a half-naked girl in the middle of the courtyard. For a moment, annoyance flickered across her face. The stripper totally stole her show. But then she noted the scales that covered parts of the slender build. Being far sighted was suddenly the best thing in the young dragon’s life. She tilted her head as she watched the girl dress, her blue eyes drinking her form up. “What a woman,” she decided to herself, the frown turning into a half smile that allowed her pointed teeth to show. 

She watched for a moment as the girl headed for the classroom. Then she quickly scooped up her bags, one over her shoulder and one each hand, and quickly followed the girl. Needless to say, the dragon was all too interested in the lizard-girl. To make her point, she glared at the poor student snake lady decided to wink at as she a walked by, her pupils elongating to mimic a lizard’s for the moment.

“Yo, scales,” she called after the girl as she caught up. “Need help finding the main hall? I’ll carry your bags.” She held out her large hand to follow up on the offer, her blue eyes on the other girl’s pink ones. Other than her pointed teeth, Dagny appeared relatively human—though her scent and bareness despite the cold hinted otherwise. 

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[b]Loreal[/b][/center]

[i]What a slut,[/i] Loreal thought, scowling after the girl who disappeared into the building. Then she sighed and rolled her eyes, saying aloud, “Whatever. Who cares? Her problem when she gets frost bite.” The griffon titled its head at her and she opened her mouth to defend her bashing when the announcement came on.

She blinked and looked down at her luggage—it was a lot to carry by herself. She bit her lip and looked around for anyone in her immediate vicinity to help. “Bet if I stripped, I’d get plenty of help,” she grumbled bitterly. Then she paused, looking down at herself under the fur. Then she shook her head and slapped herself with both hands on each side of her cheeks. “Don’t even consider it, Loreal!” she scolded herself, taking her hands away from red cheeks. 

She sighed and looked to the griffon again. “You can help me with my luggage, can’t you?” The beast didn’t appear thrilled at the prospect, confirmed by the fact it flapped its wings to join the other griffons in taking to the sky. 

“Fine! I don’t need your help, anyway! “ she shouted after the beast. “I have…this guy,” she decided, taking hold of another student’s arm: Jeremiah. Though she spotted the cat on his shoulders after, and quickly pulled away with an “Oh! Sorry!” as she watched the cat.