"Teleportation would be much more effective." With a flick of her forked tongue Selva delivered another blunt criticism; all in good spirit. Under the watchful gaze of the midday sun, the journey from backwater Eldgrad to the city Korsi had taken almost the full day.
"Mhm, tell me, do you happen to have a griffin's feather?" The question was entirely rhetorical.
"No, such an item would be--"
"Exactly, and spells take components; no griffin feather, no teleportation."
While there was no need to be snappy with your generally straightforward companion there was just something on your mind that you just couldn't shake; something about Selva.
No fool, albeit a bit dense, the slithering serpentfolk quickly picked up on your unusual shortness. The two of you compliemented each other well in just about every aspect; such a departure from your easy going attitude concerned the voluptuous Yuan-Ti. "Anon, is something wrong."
The day had been perfect by all accounts even if a bit borning, but--
"I have a question, why do you stuff your tunic?" It was more of an accusation than a question and it elicited a head-tilt from Selva.
"'Stuff'?"
"Yeah," you began, halting alongside the dilapidated remains of an old, moss-covered stone fence, "Like, Yuan-Ti don't have breast; it's anatomically impossible, yet there 'they' are."
At the rather prying question, Selva couldn't help but look away embarrassed, but you inconsiderately pressed on.
"Is it to fit in? I mean I just want you comfortable in general, Sel, but you don't need to do stuff that isn't natural to you; we're friends right? After all this time I'd hope you could not have to fake anything with me." Man, what an emotional little runt you were being? Who gave a damn if she stuffed her shirt to look more mammalian? The Yuan-Ti had a horrible reputation amongst the other sentient races as a backstabbing cannibals and Selva often received the brunt of such slanders; no matter how endearing or supportive she was. So what if--
"Anon, Yuan-Ti have breasts."
"What?" That was unexpected. "I mean...that just..."
Selva paused, brow furrowed and tense as though some generational secret was being divulged, "We just don't tell outsiders. Though they may seem out of place, such organs are merely byproducts of our former states as humans; covering them just makes sense to us culturally, as we don't see ourselves as similar to anyone else."
Selva's scaly digits quickly clasped at the collar of her pale red shirt, parting the top to reveal two lovely orbs; sandy brown scales, softer looking than her usual vibrant green, seemed like they designed to be fondled. "Does this ease your mind?"
Absolutely confounded by the revelation, your eyes darted from the splendid, serpent tits to Selva's curious gaze and back. The sensation felt amazing, but you weren't sure exactly how.
"It did, thank you." You say, hoping your tone was less than awe struck and more interested in getting down to business.
"A-are you certain? Even now there are rumors circulating that Yuan-Ti lack mammaries. It would be wise to take precautions." Selva said, gesturing with her cobra head for emphasis of her point. She wasn't worried. Selva knew you. "W-Would you like to feel them, to confirm my words as true? We are friends and trust is essential to our bond, yes?"