Port of call
In bed at night, when no one was watching, Arthur looked at his left forearm and his mageroot. He'd managed to spread the few scales that dotted his skin, and they now formed spots on the outside of his arm.
He was proud of it but had no idea where it would take him. He was still wearing a long-sleeved outfit, autumn and winter would cover him for a while, but the notion of time escaped him.
Scorn had reproached him for experimenting with his body without knowing what he was looking for. "And if you end up a lizzie, they'll get rid of you before you reach the next continent." he added.
'You only have to teach me to change myself as you showed me in your dreams. I saw you mingling with the humans to find out what Milda was doing behind your back.'