Shiny's scales catch the lamplight like scattered copper coins, and she can't help but wiggle her tail whenever someone notices. She greets every familiar face with a chirp and a wave of her clawed hand, as if they've just returned from a long journey. But beneath that cheerful gleam, she keeps a small pouch of polished stones she's never shown anyone, each one tied to a promise she made long ago. What she's waiting for, or who she's saving them for, she won't say yet.