Chapter 3That night you dream of somewhere dark and warm, like the underground homes you grew up in, but much larger. A cavern, perhaps, but without the dank, wet smell of an underground lake or stream.
It’s warm and dry, and there’s a pleasant, slightly metallic smell you can’t quite identify.
Lia’s there, relaxing on a particularly good and warm rock, but the angle is…off. Like you’ve never seen her quite this way.
It takes you a moment to realize it’s because you’re taller than her. Which feels…oddly right, actually.
She’s quite cute this way, your little Lia. Her sparkling eyes, the adorable snout, the shy smile as she looks up at you. The dazzling blue of her scales dusted with gold, and the way her crest rises into a lovely pair of horns.
She seems to know you’re admiring her, a
