It swayed in the sunlight. Mina so badly wanted to grasp the throny flower, but she had to be careful. Ever since the accident she had been rendered unable to see the magnificent world of colors. Her world had gone as black as coal. She knew the flower was there, however, based on the words of her companion.
"It's a rose," he said in that delicious deep voice Mina had come to admire. Even more curious than the rose was her companion. When she touched him she felt not the flesh of a man, but scales.
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Salamander12's Art Book
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