He was right. Most people she had seen with animal based mutations, had colors and patterns that directly related to their natural hair color. Even her own white scales with red pattern was, in her own mind, a reflection of her pink hair. She reached out while he spoke, touching her fingers gently to the furry tail. Normally there were rules with such things, one of which was do not touch a tail without permission. Aylin however was so used to getting touched, stepped on, probed and even pinched that she often forgot that rule about touching.
"I was new here once too. It's rough getting set up and comfortable." her own arrival was different than his she had been alone with no memory, and was younger than he was. But the feeling's of loneliness were the same. "Don't worry. you've always got at least a friend in me."
"I was new here once too. It's rough getting set up and comfortable." her own arrival was different than his she had been alone with no memory, and was younger than he was. But the feeling's of loneliness were the same. "Don't worry. you've always got at least a friend in me."