Glimora puffed up her chest proudly, as if to say, still cuter than them.
The creatures exchanged glances—dozens of glittering eyes flicking between each other—and began inching closer. Their tiny feet padded softly against the stone, some slithering, some hopping, all moving with cautious unity.
Isabella straightened a little, nervous again. "Uh… Bubu? They're coming closer."
"They are curious," Bubu said calmly.
"They're also glowing. And crawling. And whispering my reproductive status. That's not comforting!"
"Remain still. Sudden movement could startle them."
"Then say that first next time!" Isabella hissed through clenched teeth, frozen in an awkward crouch.
The glowing creatures kept advancing, their soft light spreading around her like a halo. She could see the shimmer of their translucent scales and the faint gold flecks that dusted their bodies. It was like standing in the middle of a living constellation.
Isabella swallowed hard. "Uh… hi again."
No response.
