[There's a tingle of magic, and then a small, serpentine dragon slides through the gap onto the roof, growing to something a little less ridiculously tiny once he's through. Izunia is all scales and spines, a reddish violet like a late evening sunset, and at a size comparable to Xander, could almost be called delicate.
Of course, it's equally clearly not his full size; his head alone is probably at least the size of the RV. He flaps his wings idly, stretching them out after who-knows-how-long of disuse.]
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Of course, it's equally clearly not his full size; his head alone is probably at least the size of the RV. He flaps his wings idly, stretching them out after who-knows-how-long of disuse.]
Surprise.