Judge, a three-year-old dragon who could barely see over his own snout, sat beside a desk on a chair that was definitely not built with dragon tails in mind, not that he had tails in his human form.
He had lived for three years and had recorded various experiences, but most was just his daily life. He'd been giving messages to Clio with the stories, and now he had a good grasp on how recording worked.
If he was recording while wearing his mask, he would be invisible to anyone and everyone. He was more like a spirit, passing through walls as easily as getting embarrassed in front of your crush.
He had lived for three years and not once was he given the chance nor taught how to transform into his dragon form. But he had seen his sister do it once, she had been taught how to transform when she turned nine.
