C43 Grass eater

At the end of morning classes, Cha’Rolette had barely begun levitating her tablets into her backpack when Zurra rolled over to her desk and again took on the shape of a twelve-year-old girl.

“What do you want?”

Zurra locked her fingers behind her back and rocked from side to side adorably. “I think we got off on the wrong hoof, I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier