Her long dark dress cushioned her knees as they kissed the ground.
'Looks weird...'
Her left arm, covered by the sheer sleeve of her dress, was extended forward.
'Wonder if he can talk...?'
The instant her fingertip came into contact with the Monster's body, she pulled back.
"Ugh... So weird..." She passed that same fingertip over the back of her hand. "Scales feel so weird..." She whispered. "But also kind of... Nostalgic-"
The white-scaled Monster's eye opened.
She froze.
Both moved at the same time.
She jumped back and it extended its claws.
The Monster's expression made its confusion known. Still, its gaze didn't leave the one standing before it.
She remained unmoving, her hands tightly grasping the dark dress.
Can it talk? Why is it here? Where did it come from? How? Why now, when I've been alone for so long? A Guest. Or a Visitor? Can it talk? It's wearing pants, so that says something... Does it say enough though?
In the midst of the silence, her mind was racing.
