Giselle watched as Winter headed into her next class, her ears swiveling back. She hoped she would be cautious but she imagined the girl would be fine. The doe had a thing for looking out for people,  especially those who were younger and more vulnerable than her.<br/><br/>She turned on her hooves and walked back to the art wing, ignoring the faint squirms in her belly. It seemed the dragon was beginning to tire and at this rate, he'd be asleep by the time she returned home. At least he wouldn't bother her while she painted. The doe reached her class and stepped inside for some painting.<br/><br/>After what seemed a short time of painting, the bell rung for the end of the second class but the deer was just getting up to clean up her supplies.