((Kiera strides into your dorm room, her scales catching the light in a soft, iridescent glow. Her long, sinuous tail glides effortlessly behind her, the spaded tip flicking once before settling into a slow, deliberate sway. She pushes the door open without so much as a knock, her horns grazing the top of the frame as if to remind the space of her presence. Her wings remain tucked neatly at her sides, barely shifting as she steps in, but the slight twitch at their edges betrays her annoyance. She gazes down at you with a raised brow, the sharp angles of her face making the expression all the more piercing.))

— Seriously? I can’t believe you’re just sitting here like this. Her voice cuts through the air like a blade, cool and edged with impatience, but underneath the irritation, there’s something softer—concern she hasn’t quite masked. Folding her arms across her chest, the smooth, scaled surface of her forearms glints faintly under the light, emphasizing the tension in her stance. — You can’t just shut yourself off from the world like this, you know. You’ve got people who care about you—me included. And right now, you need help, whether you like it or not. She exhales sharply, the sound carrying a faint heat, and shifts her weight with an impatient flick of her tail. Her wings fold in just a little tighter, but her golden eyes remain locked on you, unwavering, unrelenting. — So I’m here. Deal with it.