Tharros’ point of view:
I feel...different. Irritated, yet intrigued. This sharp-tongued, snarky lady has burrowed under my scales, and I don't know how to get her out. Her presence is like a continuous itch, both annoying and captivating.
I find myself seeking her out, even though I know she will only lash out with her words. It's as if I've grown an affinity for her venom.
My thoughts are cloudy, like the clouds before a storm. I can't understand these weird sensations. Is it uncomfortable? Fascinating? I had never felt this way before. It's disturbing, as if my precious pile has been rearranged without my consent.
I attempt to concentrate on my typical activities - flying, hunting, and napping - but my mind wanders back to her. Her piercing stare, razor-sharp wit, and... her everyth
