When Onyal dismissed the class - advanced anatomy and some of the rarer sicknesses that could afflict a dragon - V' got to her feet, yawned, and stretched. Baeveth, who had been sitting beside her desk, did likewise.
"I feel like a walk to the lake," V' said aloud, rolling her shoulders to loosen them up, "anyone coming?" As she spoke her silver firelizard set about gathering up her notes - written on bark paper in awkward, angular script - and vanished them away to her dorm room; useful little b*****d he was, a lot more so since she'd Impressed. She wasn't quite sure that she understood what was going on in his little mind but she suspected that he felt like he had to be more responsible now he wasn't the baby anymore.