He was totally lost. And really aggravated about it, too. He'd never been so far from the jungle, or even outside it before. Theinen had only escaped from those two kidnappers two days ago, and they were probably still nearby. And still looking for him. Not that the thought had crossed the young naga's mind.
No, he was curled up in the middle of one of the roads, just outside Cerenis, lazily basking in the morning sunshine. It was colder at night here, and the wind...he hated it. Hated being cold, hated feeling tired and sluggish. And he was probably blocking the road pretty effectively, just loosely curled up, his upper body propped up on his yellow and white scaled coils. Not that he really cared that his position could be blocking the path, or was really aware of the problem. Thei just knew it was warmer right here, and it made a darn good basking spot.
He was not moving until every inch of him was warm.
((Anyone who wants can jump in and poke the snakey))