You bought a little eel at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it.. It drifted alone, never rushing to the glass, but always watching. Something in the way it moved, slow, deliberate, with an eerie grace, made it hard to look away. The next morning, you heard the clink of ceramic in your kitchen. You crept forward and saw a tall young man in a slightly damp white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up. Along his neck and collarbone shimmered faint scales.He smiled politely, his yellow eyes sharp. “Ah, you’re awake. I hope you don’t mind, I brewed tea. Though I must ask, do you usually scream when someone makes you breakfast?”He tilted his head, a glint in his eye.