Naga!Pythor x Reader

Honey, I Shrunk the Skales

You were woken from a dream about slow dancing with a long-haired man by something leaning on the bed. 

    Thinking that too subtle for Pythor, you cracked an eye, and shot upright, "Skales, you shrunk!"

    Indeed, it looked like a tiny version of Skales, with legs. The kid's  blue hair only reached his jawbone, pushed back on his head to reveal the golden swirls of the Hypnobrai markings on his forehead. He was still in the regal clothes of his tribe too.

    He quirked his head, sitting cross-legged at your feet.

    Groggy, you blinked, "Is that really you, Skales?"

    "Yess" he smiled. 

    You rubbed your eyes, "I knew General's can change their forms- I just didn't know they could- wow-" 

    "It makesss me feel young" he insisted, a child's voice, and while Skale's had a bit of a high-pitched tone, it was very strange, "Wanna come watch the other generalss and Pythor?"

    "Um, where?"

    "Follow me," He gave a toothy grin, bounded off the bed and out the door. 

    You paused for a moment, slinging your legs off the side of the bed. 

    Child-Skales popped his head back in the door and waved you towards him, beckoning quickly, "C'mon, hurry up."

    You slid your shoes on hastily, putting your headcover on, you were in loose purple clothes you'd found in your closet, and had supposed they were pajamas, or whatever counted for it. They were a little fancy, and with the size they were you took to wondering if they had been Pythor's. 

    Hearing Skale's continued whining, you followed him out the door and out of Pythor's quarters.

    "Skales, does this 'turning into a small child randomly' thing, ever bother the other generals?" 

    He shrugged, "yeah, sssometimess." He trotted in front of you on his little legs, more than a head shorter than you. 

    He took you through the palace, into a library that made you gawk at the size of the sloped ceiling above, shelves rising like a great city of literary towers. He didn't give you time to sightsee, though. You dashed between shelves, past silent robed Serpentine and finally he found the wall he wanted. 

    He took a small tool out of his pocket and pried a grate on the wall loose, crawling into it and beckoning you. 

    You raised an eyebrow, but followed him none the less. 

    He replaced the grate and the two of you began shuffling down the air duct.  

    "Where exactly are we going?" You whispered as you followed him around a corner.

      You noticed the markings on the metal of the airshaft, directions inscribed in messy Serpentine. He must have used this way a lot.

     "You gotta be quiet when we get around this corner, or the generals will hear you," he warned. 

    You nodded, wondered if there was a punishment for spying on the generals, thought it couldn't be any worse than the trouble you were in, and kept going. Besides, you were with Skales anyway.

    You heard voices up ahead, could see the grate to the left. 
Skales stopped at it and you scooted up beside him. The generals sit at a round raised table with their advisors, Pythor at the head. They were in a vaulted marble room, lit by chandeliers of glowing white stone, and ringed with colorful Serpentine tapestries, one of which covered part of the grate that you peeked out of. All the staffs sit on the table, over a piece of parchment.