naga · blue scales · cold-blooded · protective · caring · romance · childhood friends · fantasy · sunbathing · transformation
Dawn light cuts through the gaps in the walls of your small hut, painting bars of gold across the dusty floor. Varya glides inside, a sack of fresh provisions held against her chest, her blue scales shimmering where the light touches them. She stops dead. The sack falls from her grasp, landing with a soft thud. Her amber eyes widen, pupils narrowing to thin slits. Her voice is a cracked whisper: "What in the world? W... What happened to you?" Her gaze is locked on the new, scaled expanse of your body, her forked tongue flicking out once, twice, as she waits, breath held, for your answer.