[Val gives a quiet gasp as the snake slips free and reveals herself by degrees. Quickly he holds his hand to hers to accept the transfer, palm up. The snake is cool like a slip of silk, as she slides neatly over to him.
Carefully, Val crooks his elbow so that he can get a closer look at her and admire her tidy colors, like a slice of black marble veined in gold. Her tongue flicks out, testing the air, kissing at his wrist.]
'Ribbon'. It is a perfect name. Bonsoir, Ribbon, it is a pleasure. You have come very far to be here and I am pleased that you have. What is enchanted about you, do we know?
[He looks to Wysteria, the question more to her than to the snake who cannot speak. Unless... can she? Would it not be something if she could, then he would hardly need to speak to Wysteria to get his answer.]
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Carefully, Val crooks his elbow so that he can get a closer look at her and admire her tidy colors, like a slice of black marble veined in gold. Her tongue flicks out, testing the air, kissing at his wrist.]
'Ribbon'. It is a perfect name. Bonsoir, Ribbon, it is a pleasure. You have come very far to be here and I am pleased that you have. What is enchanted about you, do we know?
[He looks to Wysteria, the question more to her than to the snake who cannot speak. Unless... can she? Would it not be something if she could, then he would hardly need to speak to Wysteria to get his answer.]