First Curve

The timber surface felt smooth and cool beneath my small claws. I paused, testing the angle of the grain before shifting my weight. With a gentle click, my segmented spine flexed. I was moving. Across the plank rested another dragon figure, still and pale mint. I crept closer, easing around its frozen tail, and lightly tapped its side with my snout. It did not stir. Realizing my own joints were free to coil and slide, I settled low, watching the quiet light gleam across the floor.