Mustard yellow eyes blinked. Two blue legs kicked, the shining ebony claws on the end slicing the magical waters.
The skink swam upwards towards the rippling surface of the water, hearing the chittering and hissing of the workers above.
"Gahhh!" The lone skink took his first breath. A worker with a line of green scales down his back shoved a golden staff into the claws of the unsuspecting skink. Despite the shock of having it forced upon him, the weapon felt natural, it was surprisingly light, it widened at the top. With two small stylized serpent heads creating a wide top, with four sharp spikes jutting out of it.
So, I came from that pool? Interesting. The skink began to shift about, all the worker skinks had begun to crowd him. He took a step back, his dark blue crest flattened against his sky blue head.
"Look at his crest! It's all funny! There's a bit in the middle!" One of the more enthusiastic workers yelled, he was instantly shut up by what the lone skink assumed was the leader. The head worker was covered in a forest green, all of his back scales, and blotches around his body were like moss that had taken root.
"Get him some armour!" Cried the head skink in a deep yet slightly squeaky voice. "Get to it you lazy lizards!" He shouted again, and the room became a flurry of activity.
"The one with the most colour seems to be in charge, but why am I a different colour?" The skink didn't realise that he was thinking out loud until a clawed hand slapped him on the back.
"That's 'cause you're a Priest mate! First one in a millennia!" The leader slapped him on the back, claws scraping the midnight blue scales on the priests back. "You got a name? I'm Ba'nazor!"
A name? What's my name? Ahah! He did the closest thing he could do to a smile, showing his white teeth and blue tongue. "I am Tiliqua."
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