“Oh my.” The female on the right gasps. “What have you done to your tail?” The one on the left reels back. Andarna cranes her neck to check her scorpiontail. “Nothing. It’s fine.” My gaze jumps from irid to irid, my stomach sinking lower as I count from one to six. They’re all feathertails. “Tell us what they’ve done to you,” the male in front of us demands.
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