[ she asks the difficult questions. how did he do that? his body just— wiggled. wiggled fast. like it knew what to do to cover himself and he simply allowed himself to go on autopilot for .5 seconds. ]
—I don’t know. [ mysterious— although he wasn’t so unused to feelings and knowledge being passed down from person to person. he wonders if dragons, monsters, they’re all the same way or if the simple answer is just instinct.
the sand slopes where his shoulders should be as she tried herself, grains beginning to cascade of his scales as he rose, not above trying it again— though the ink on her frame catches his eye, and his talon whisks just above the skin there. ]
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—I don’t know. [ mysterious— although he wasn’t so unused to feelings and knowledge being passed down from person to person. he wonders if dragons, monsters, they’re all the same way or if the simple answer is just instinct.
the sand slopes where his shoulders should be as she tried herself, grains beginning to cascade of his scales as he rose, not above trying it again— though the ink on her frame catches his eye, and his talon whisks just above the skin there. ]
What’s this one?