Okay. Dragon. Mo was a dragon. Where was his tail person? He took up a spot far to the side of his sunbathing compatriots, jogging in place and otherwise trying to get into the head of his character. That's what this was about, right? He was meant to understand the historical account from those who were there.

Including the dragon.

Mo opened his mouth to express his thoughts about these motivations before coming up against one of the hardest parts about playing a dragon. Dragons can't talk. He couldn't express how he was feeling. FRUSTRATING.

Anyway. ANYWAY, his peers were waiting, so Mo stepped up to the edge of the sand and spread his arm!wings, pretending to balance there precariously. The ground is so hot. What is this unusual place. It isn't my home.

Cue the frustrated squawking noises. Sunbathers beware. Something big is coming.