Hello There.

Something quick and done in a kind of a simpler style. This was taken from a tiny sequence I drew in the corner of a page in my sketch book from months back.

So, lets see, maybe a little story for this?

You're walking a worn path in a forest when you hit a clearing. You find a sleeping dragon and you stop to think of what your situation tells. Though you walk the worn path, you're actually lost and don't know where it really leads. Contemplating the dragon's temperament, you decide to try and not wake him. But, you stumble and the rustle stirs the great creature from its sleep. It watches you creep by, as you haven't noticed that it's now awake, and notices that look of concern on your face.

Finally it yawns, and your eyes dart to the dragon, who's locked on to your gaze. You worry now what'll happen now that you've botched your attempt at stealth and the result surprises you greatly.

Suddenly, it begins to shrink in size fairly rapidly, with its massive muscles clenching without release. It rears its head back and you hear a pop even from where you're standing. The snout begins to pull back, the scales lose their luster and recede, the vicious claws melt into what're looking more and more like fingertips. You start to walk slowly to the site of the metamorphosis. The wings shrivel and meld into the body and the barreled chest flattens. Hair even slips out from the hide of the shifting being.

Soon after, all that's there is a man who lets out a gentle sigh of relief as if tension was released. Then, from the same prone position, he looks up at you as you kneel down with words on the tip of your tongue. Before you can say anything though, he preempts you, kindly asking a question of his own.

What do you say next?