scaly goodness

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Chur has fallen asleep in her booth, empty bowl of uruus stock and Anuurni rice next to her, three-quarters-empty (or one-quarter-full) mug of tea clutched in her right hand, shed fur all around her. Her beard's starting to fall out, too.

There are still bald spots - in fact, there are more bald spots now - but instead of pinkish-brown skin, there's scales. Very small scales. Most of the scales are silvery-brown, but there are also blotches, the size of Chur's thumb, that are deep red and outlined with black, much like this corn snake.

Who wants to wake her up and tell her? Or maybe just bring her some hot tea, instead of the cold, honey-filled sludge in her mug?