"Me too, I got even less sleep than you," May yawns.
This yawn becomes abruptly more intimidating when she suddenly turns into a dragon.
She's a smallish, low-slung thing, no taller than she normally is - just longer and more horizontal and sinuous. She's oriented so as to be hidden from everyone but Alli (and anyone who might imminently be about to emerge from or approach the porta-johns) by the little hilly bit they've gone around.
May snaps her jaws shut and makes a high-pitched alarmed noise and falls over, tail flailing, one wing trying to unfold but getting snagged on the edge of her horn.
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This yawn becomes abruptly more intimidating when she suddenly turns into a dragon.
She's a smallish, low-slung thing, no taller than she normally is - just longer and more horizontal and sinuous. She's oriented so as to be hidden from everyone but Alli (and anyone who might imminently be about to emerge from or approach the porta-johns) by the little hilly bit they've gone around.
May snaps her jaws shut and makes a high-pitched alarmed noise and falls over, tail flailing, one wing trying to unfold but getting snagged on the edge of her horn.