The small, youthful cobra-naga catches your eye and looks at you; the small, innocent creature's eyes full of interest, yet with a benign expression as she holds a flower in her hands. Her body lays comfortably with her tail curled so that she was resting – relaxed and limber as she cupped the flower, bringing it from her face to offer you a smell.
The white calla lily held of a faint scent, but you were more distracted with the naga's expression as her face lit up into a smile accompanied with dimples. You notice the interesting colors of her scales, the intertwining dance of the crimson and lighter, heart colored pink dazzles in the light, her scales so healthy that they sparkled. Everything but her sensitive belly held the crimson, while delicate, intimate areas held the St. Valentine pink.
As the girl stopped smiling, you look to her eyes again and find that unlike her body, they are instead a deep, purple color instead of an offshoot of red. Still studying her face, you notice her very small, almost unnoticable fangs and the softness of her features. You finally realize that standing, the girl couldn't have been taller than five feet yet her tail, though curled, was very long and powerful.