The next morning, Aveline woke to the sensation of something warm and heavy pressing against her legs. For a few sleepy seconds, she thought she was still dreaming.
Then she opened her eyes, and nearly screamed.
"Hamilton!"
The creature lazily lifted his head from the foot of her bed and blinked at her with complete innocence.
Aveline stared.
Yesterday, he had been the size of a kitten. Now he was the size of a small dog. A very chubby small dog.
His body had become longer, his scales richer in color, and his wings had grown significantly larger during the night. Folded against his sides, they no longer looked ornamental. They looked capable of carrying him into the air someday… maybe today, if he wanted to.
Hamilton merely stretched, yawned, and revealed a mouth full of tiny sharp teeth before settling comfortably back into her blankets as though he owned the place.
Aveline pressed both hands over her face.
"Oh no."
This was becoming a problem. A very large problem.
