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A small, one story building, home for Draklai stands on the outskirts of town, but still within walking distance to a grocery store, and a repair shop. a good thing, as Draklai's car is sporatic in it's ability to work. It's only a short drive from the "Enchanted Dragons" store, as well.
Inside the house itself, you first come on a brightly lit hallway, painted a plae blue, with swirls of lighter and darker shades of blue. to your left is a door, leading into the kitchen, with all your basic kitchen necessities. It is painted a mellow beige tone, with discreet sponging in a slightly lighter shade. There is also a sliding glasss door that leads out to the small back yard, with a high fence and a inexpertly poured square of cement for Hayim to play, and flame. There is also a small, convwerted koi pond, which is now home to Kresania, Draklai's FenFin.
Across the hall from the kitchen is another door. This one leads into an all purpose room, usually refered to as the TV room by Draklai. The walls are a dark red shade, though windows and lights never let the room get too dark, and a computer, sitting on an antique desk, is on the wall near the door. on the wall adjacent to the computer wall, a flatscreen TV hangs. It was a housewarming gift from a combination of friends and family. Located across from the TV is a conveniently placed couch, a maroon shade to complement the walls. Across from the computer is another door, this one leading into a small bedroom; for guests, mainly. The walls are a warm yellow, and a small bed is covered by a bedspead with flowers of the same color.
Following the hallway further, you come to a turn. Left leads you to the door to Draklai's bedroom, painted a nice purple on two walls, and a lime green on the other two. The bed has a bedspread to match the green, while a overstuffed armchair matches the purple. Hayim has claimed the chair as her bed. A door on one of the green walls leads into a bathroom with sea green tiles and splotchy blue walls. A door across from the one leading to the bedroom reveals a large walking closet, painted to match the bathroom, with a random stool, and enough shelves to hold clothes for a family. the cat, Lion, can often be found sleeping on one of the shelves. If you turn right in the hallway, you soon reach another door into the TV room.

"There you are!" I cry out, swooping down on Lion, who is sprawled out on my bed, taking up far more room than the laws for physics should have ever allowed. Lion ignored me. I pick him up, ignoring his surprised yawl, and carry him over to the couch, where I set him down next to Hayim. Unsurprisingly, the plushie doesn't move. Lion glares at me- if looks could kill, I would be dead- and curls back up, pretending to be asleep, though one eye remains open and focussed on me. we have a love/hate relationship. When I'm in the kitchen, I am beloved. When I am not, I am ignored as beneath his notice, unless what I am doing perdains directly to his comfort, or the fullness of his belly.
I am far, far too cheerful to allow Lion's catlike moodiness to affect me, though. I pick up Hayim, and dance her around on the fat orange cat's back. "Who's a good kitty? Who wants to play with the dragon?" I coo. Lion, if anything, shuts his eyes tighter. "The dragon wants to play with you! Rawr!" I pretend to make Hayim eat Lion. This is simply too much for his dignity. With a hissing threat directed at the plushie, Lion leaps of the couch and runs ou the door,a streak of orange fur. I shake my head in mock- sorrow. "Some people just don't know how to have a good time!" I say sadly to the plushie, holding her in front of my face. "Guess it's just me and you." I set Hayim on the couch, and rotate so I am facing the TV. It takes me a minute, but I find the remote (on top of the TV where it's supposed to be! Now how did it get there?!) and flick on the power, settlign down to watch some random show. Huh. Dragons! What a coincidence!

Lion looks around carefully, and, upon seeing no sign of the red terror that had whirled through the house not too long ago, jumped down nimbly from the highest shelf in the closet. Still looking somewhat suspicious, he continued to mince around the house, keeping a wary eye out for the creator of the mischeif that had turned his life upside down. He was supposed to be in charge, not some mangy upstart of a dragon!

Hayim runs out side, leaping with quite bigger strides than nomal, due to some unconcious use of her levitation powers, and skids to a stop on the cement block. It's a wonder to me that she doesn't leave tire tracks. Bracing herself, she goes cross-eyed for a second, before a foot-long stream of fire shoots out of her open mouth. Good job, Hayim! I call warmly. It's the longest controlled flame she ahs managed yet. Kresania pokes her eyes up from the pond, blowing bubbles into the water. At least she didn't hit me this time. she mutters.Hayim glares. That was my first time! It's not my fault I didn't know I could shoot all the way across the yard! she "shouts." I hadn't realized it immediately, but Kresania and Hayim were able to comunicate without having to use me as a "translator"- well, other than when they were really pissed at each other.
Girls! be nice! I call, even though I was trying not to laugh. The incident had been rather amusing, although it had left a streak of the yard where the grass is now burned to a crisp. Fortuantely, I was able to put the fire out before someone called 911.

Cool! Hayim shouts, puting the chickie mask on eagerly. In her hurry, it went on upside down, but she righted it quickly. Kresania put it on with a bit more equanimity, getting her bani mask on straight the first time, but still excited. Thank you, Draklai! she said, diving underwater and coming bac up, exploring her pool with the seeing impediment of the mask. Laughing, I went back inside to make dinner, but not before calling, Hayim! Don't flame with that on! if she could burn a strech of grass to a crisp with being able to see, imagine if she couldn't.

I return to find Hayim occupying herself with the TV (she has long since figured out how to turn it on and off, though changing the channels do give her a bit of trouble) and Kresania sleeping in her pond, curled up in her "nest" of smooth pebbles. I decide to follow Kresania's example, and, after putting the groceries I purchased away, put on my pajamas and climb into bed. About a minute later, Lion pads into my room and leaps onto the bed as well, curling up in the space between my arm and my body. Rolling over so I am curled around the fluffy orance cat, I am soon fast asleep, not even noticing when Hayim comes in about ten minutes later and curls up in "her" armchair.

Lion wanders around the house, looking for someone to scratch his belly. Mroow? he suggests hopefully, but of course, no one answers.

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