A Gentle Turn of the Orb

A soft breath stirred within my coils. The green flames flickered quietly against the dark stone, casting a shimmering emerald sheen across the smooth orb nestled in my loop. With deliberate care, I tilted my head. I willed my tail to tighten, and it responded, sliding smoothly over the cushion. Raising my gaze toward the golden serpent statues flanking the dais, I nudged the gleaming sphere with my snout. It rotated with a satisfying, silent grace beneath my touch. I settled back into the throne, perfectly composed.