One day earlier.
(When Alice and Professor Catherine went to get Alice her Class.)
Alice sat in the passenger seat of a large jeep.
Her was posture stiff as the vehicle rolled down the road.
The leather seat beneath her felt fine, but the problem wasn't the material, it was her body.
Her dragon wings, even folded tightly against her back, were still broad enough to bump awkwardly against the side and the backrest.
And her tail, pressed uncomfortably between her lower back and the seat, made it almost impossible to sit straight.
Professor Catherine was behind the wheel, calm as always.
Smoke from a half-burned cigar drifted toward the cracked-open window.
She gave Alice a quick glance before asking, "So? How's the dress? Comfortable?"
Alice nodded. "It's comfortable enough."
