Barclay & Ashton & Kaden
Mr. Kaden's purposeful approach was met with a row of white teeth and a snarl as Celebrimbor spread his wings. Rather than attack the were who wanted to take his witch from him, the dragon, being conscious of his precious cargo, chose retreat instead. A were, even if he was a teacher, was not going to take what was his.
Rumbling out a growl, Celebrimbor launched into the air with a strong and powerful kick off the earth. The downbeat of his wings flattened the vegetation around them and loosed leaves from the trees, creating a gust of wind that pushed against Micah too, who was left standing on empty ground where the dragon and his rider had once been. Celebrimbor let another rumble out, moodily displeased with the werebear who was getting smaller and smaller beneath them.
"I dislike weres," he stated for Barclay's benefit, even though the druid was by now familiar with the dragon's lack of appreciation for the shape shifters. But he couldn't stay in a soured mood for long. He was airborne again, drinking in the sunlight and adjusting his wings to let the wind carry him. Even better than flying was doing it with Barclay. He turned a silver eye back to look at him, crooning softly in a noise he didn't often make. This was good. This was right. Barclay should be with his true form the way he was with his human form. Often.
His wings beat strongly and angled them south towards the ocean, intending on following the coast until they reached the Academy.