Ryder
She walked Waylon from the main living area into one of the two unused bedrooms because she could feel something was irritating him, and she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, and it was now a constant with him, even several hours later.
She’d already asked him about it, and he’d told her not to mind it, and though she’d tried not to, that constant feeling of irritation to her own scales just wouldn’t ease up. They were now starting to irritate herself.
Waylon appeared calm to her, unaffected by whatever it was, but it was bothersome to her, now on a level that she could no longer ignore it, and his scales on her, kind of felt really weird to her as well. She kind of felt itchy where they were on her body, she supposed.
When she focused solely on them, they kind of felt as
