A Slight Shift of Rings

My jaws hung agape in what should have been an eternal, terrifying roar. Yet, unexpectedly, a pulse rippled along my coiled spine. I paused, measuring the quiet air. Slowly, deliberately, I tested my control, giving the tip of my tail a slight flick. The two coiled bands resting around my tail shifted, producing a faint, satisfying clink against the smooth plastic ledge. It appears this grand vessel has a mind of its own now. I lowered my crest just a fraction, steadying myself on the white summit to survey this dry, unchartered domain.