“You look fabulous.” Said the snake in the mirror.

“Thank you. I think this one shall be the Iris!” He twirled and the purple gown’s skirts fluttered around his legs, swishing delicately. Satisfying.

“Of course.” The silver snake that was his reflection agreed. “It suits you.”

“They all do.” He smoothed his hair as he talked to the snake. Of course ( Read more... )