And by best friend (in the Dreaming), I mean a pan-species Snake that can be as short as my forearm, and as long as fifty feet. He could probably get bigger, but I really don’t want to be around to see why. He can take on the form of a tattoo for those times he wants to accompany me but doesn’t want to cause trouble. He can take on a humanoid form at will. He is a naga lord, but he doesn’t throw around that title too much and gives me stink-eye whenever I mention it.
This is my “roommate” and best friend in the Dreaming. What the hell does the City have that would recompense me for having to leave him behind and limit myself?
That’s what I thought.
And that, I suppose, is the real reason why I won’t be settling down in the City. I’ll have to choose between an awesome friend, and a faction that won’t settle for anything less than blind loyalty.
Not much of a choice, is it? Nope.
Rattle on.