METEOR

The horned lion squinted at the Serpent’s Maw statue in Serpentvale. The choice of two different gemstones—sapphire and tiger's eye—interested him.

When Meteor and Kole had arrived in Serpentvale, the lion had expected to wait. He hated being patient. However, one of the locals had directed the two cannibals to the Serpent’s Maw. No doubt to keep the cannibals occupied and out of trouble. Perhaps even to try showing off the minerals and ores which Emerald Isles would likely want to offer in trade, but Meteor wasn’t interested in metal. The cannibals did just fine with bone and obsidian.

He was intent on studying the statue as a work of art. The indents in the metal to suggest scales. The exaggerated fangs of the serpent. Meteor had to wonder if the artist would have devoted such hours of detail work into the sculpture if the artist had met one of the snake supremacy assholes on Viper Island.

To Kole, he inclined his head with a half-smirk. “Do you think the artist meant to convey one of the serpent’s eyes is blind? Sapphire looks… almost… milky.” Meteor glanced back at the serpent. Dead Eye’s dead eye was actual milky white, but something about the sapphire….

But the lion shrugged. Glanced back at Kole. And the half-smirk grew to flash his left fangs. Meteor thought he’d hate this waiting around diplomacy bullshit. And he probably would—even with the statue—if this didn’t feel so much like a goddamn night out with his boyfriend.

@KOLE.