Time Flies · 8:16pm Dec 31st, 2021
Smolder lay sprawled across the rug, limbs and claws entwined in dense yak hair. Her scales had become uneven shimmering planes, given their fleeting new life by the light of the fireplace. There, prancing tongues lived and died erratically, the only concession to the passing of time.
"Hey, you see the moon from there?"
The flames crackled for a few moments before Yona stirred. Smolder could almost sense the yak's furrowed brow.