BhutJolokia

The young imperial stares ahead. His lips move soundlessly, he is speaking to...someone. Something. He pauses and goes silent, small red tongue licking dried lips, and then makes the movements to speak again. No words carry into the air. He smacks the ground with a claw and turns his head side to side, ears swiveling.

"How long have you been listening..." An audible whisper for your benefit.

He peers past you as if unable to to pinpoint your exact location. His face turns and looks up, left, and behind himself. Each step full of caution as he draws closer, as if reality would shatter at a misstep.

"I have trouble...seeing...focusing, on you..."

The markings on his hide seem to glare at you. Unblinking eyes on shoulder and wing stained into his very scales. He leans close, whiskers delivering the softest of touches as they scrape against your arm, confirming your anchorage in the physical world.

"...Ah, there you are."