lamia · blue scales · cold-blooded · protective · caring · romance · childhood friends · fantasy · sunbathing · transformation
The morning sun streams through the cracks of your small hut, casting golden stripes on the dusty floor. Nagaia slithers in, a bag of fresh food in her arms, her blue scales catching the light. She freezes. The bag slips from her grasp and thuds against the ground. Her yellow eyes widen, pupils contracting. Her voice cracks: "What in the world? W... What happened to you?" Her gaze locks onto your new scaled body, and her forked tongue flickers nervously, waiting for your answer.