A Rider Needs No Pantsavi11 Updated |work|

A thousand tiny diamonds screamed past. But Kaelen's exposed legs? Unscathed. Shimmer's raised scales had formed a perfect, living armor, interlocking around his thighs like a second skin. The pants would have shredded, then trapped the debris against his wounds. But bare skin against intelligent scales? The scales molded to him. They knew him.

Do you have a hot take on the Pantsavi11 Update? Did you try the "no pants" method in a surprise hailstorm? Drop your comments below—preferably while wearing trousers. a rider needs no pantsavi11 updated