Literature
When Sascha met Sarrl 1
Playtime
Sarrl sat in the early afternoon sun tangled amongst the branches of the highest tree in the area, running a crushed fruit pit over his coils. Smiling at the line of plant oil it left on his scales he discarded the empty pit into the small pile he had accumulated as he deftly scrunched up another palm leaf with his tail and ran it up and down his coil, softly scrubbing the shiny length of his body.
“Oh Sarrl,” He said in a playful high pitched voice, “’How DO you get your scales to stay so glossy?’ All the ladies ask. And I’ll reply, ‘A little soft scrubbing and a nice little secret!’