Morphing

Reflected moonlight scattered onto the wood paneled floor, illuminating a scaled figure sliding along it. Swiftly he curved into a room, squeezing through the door hat been opened only a crack. The moonlight that had been only thin shafts in the hallway exploded in full brilliance inside the room, pouring into it through the open window. It cast down upon the engraved walls, rich red cloth and the grand bed that sprawled out in the corner. Little muzzles underneath the bed revealed the presence of several Terres's, gathered together to escape the cool of night. A figure sat on the bed, his arms resting on his drawn up knees. His crown was set on the carved dresser to the side of the bed, and his tangle golden bangs reflected the moonlight. His youthful, delicate face was marred with the heavy expression in his eyes. The snake paused for a moment, simply watching him. The other looked up in surprise as he climbed onto the bed, slid under his heavy cloak, and coiled himself around his waist and arms. "..Rabba." He hissed in his ear softly. The prince inclined his head slightly, brushing his cheek against the other's scales. "..Brother." He murmured, returning the greeting. The snake shifted pleasantly, resting his head on his shoulder, eyeing him with his amber eyes. "How was training with Selfar?" The other averted his gaze, the brown in his eyes an indiscernible muddy color. "It went well, Selfar said my morphing was some of the best he's seen for someone so young.." The snake narrowed his eyes critically. "Then why are you so downcast?" He bit his lip, shaking his head. "It's a silly thing, Valgareth." "It certainly seems to be bothering you." The other persisted. "And I wish it wasn't!" He exclaimed, his cheeks and ears tinted pink in embarrassment. "You know you can tell me anything! Have I ever made light of any of your problems?" Valgareth shifted to face him, eyeing him earnestly. "..No.." He sighed uncomfortably. "...It's just..everyone has such marvelous morphs..father is emerald green, and Selfar is golden- even you have peach scales, like fruit!" He murmured, his face getting redder. "...I only have grey...like dust. Royals are supposed to have color...and I'm...bland." He finished softly. Valgareth watched him in silence for a moment, before uncoiling himself from his waist. "Masel, use your morph." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. No soldier would normally give orders to the king, or king-in-waiting, that was a good way to be demoted or even executed. But he knew Valgareth. Reluctantly, he shifted to his snake-like morph, bowing his head in shame. He wished he could utter an 'I told you', but Valgareth's tail lifted his chin. "I see plenty of colors here.." He hissed quietly. Masel-yon looked at him in surprise. "Your scales reflect everything around them, just because they are gray. And so you are red, brown, and blue all at once." He murmured. "But most importantly your eyes. They will always hold color, no matter what morph you are in." He stared back, a smile curving on his scaly lips. Masel stood in shock before coiling himself tightly around Valgareth, eyes squeezed shut. "...Thank you brother.." "Of course, ama. Always."