Huh. So the dragon can write the human language. That's useful.

But there should probably be a more convenient canvas than scratching up the roof. He thinks a moment, then pulls a spare book out of his bag. He crouches low and casts a spell to transform it, stretching its pages and hardening the material into an appropriately large canvas. He then shapes his pot of ink into a bowl shape that one of her claws can fit inside.

"All right, we're getting somewhere. How about...your name? I'm Seto, I've studied here at the school for a while."