Zephan;
The grass beneath me is still wet from morning dew, cold enough that it seeps through the fabric of my trousers when I shift my weight, and I am so tempted to shift so my beast form can enjoy the feeling.
Unlike many other beasts, Nagarian's have an addictive relationship with our beast forms. Especially when we're home. Our people prefer their beast to their man.
It helps us feel more grounded, and feel… more. That's why there are usually more snakes than people here.
Zethar and I, though, are forced to regulate how often we shift. From a young age, we've been taught that such indulgence with our beasts isn't regal enough for Royal blood.
So, I welcome the discomfort of this cold seeping through my clothes. At least it's keeping me present, instead of my mind drifting into the thousand quiet calculations that never really leave my head.
Elian laughs in the field ahead of us, and my eyes dart to him immediately.
