[Hence the directions... Unless the goldscale doesn't want to get his feet even wetter. The silver blows a quiet, but obviously exasperated sound through his nostrils and presently takes his eyes off the gold.
The breath causes his sides to constrict a little, a darker color dribbling through the silver scales for a moment before leaking away as he breathes in again. It was tempting... but too late now.]
That wasn't an invitation. [And probably too late for that now too.]
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The breath causes his sides to constrict a little, a darker color dribbling through the silver scales for a moment before leaking away as he breathes in again. It was tempting... but too late now.]
That wasn't an invitation. [And probably too late for that now too.]