The Antlered Kobold sits, alone with her thoughts. Her thoughts are few and simple.
The sun is warm.
The boots do not fit, but she keeps them close by. She knows they are hers, somehow, and they provide her comfort.
The bracelet of golden grass, much too big for her, glitters in afternoon. A bit of it is chipped. She can slowly spell out the letters "LAKA," engraved on one of the golden leaves.
This is a nice state of being, she thinks. Much better than whatever it was she was doing before. Before all this. She can't remember.
The sun is warm. Her scales shimmer. She feels adventurous. She feels free.
She sits here, alone with her thoughts... and her paws.
Alone, perhaps, unless you want to be one of her weird animal friends~
