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It was a cool day with off and on thunderstorms, something that the Dovaa Doctor Lien had come to be a fan of because the rain was a good way to keep her son from wandering off on his own. The last thing that she wanted was for him to go too far or risk getting injured, she wanted him to stay safe and after what he'd brought home with him after one of his last outings she started to be a little more iffy about him going about his own devices. While she would like to believe that the worst possible thing that he might do was bring home a big, strange egg that might hatch into just about anything. So long as it wasn't some sort of massive Froglop she supposed that she wouldn't mind too terribly... she just couldn't stand those hoppy little things. Giving a shake of her head the woman walked passed her son who was sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, arms wrapped around his egg, seeming to be mothering it at the moment, "Junjie... you aren't a bird... you don't need to be sitting on that thing all day." She murmured to him in a teasing manner before she gave a pause before the window, seeing movement that drew her attention.

Almost instantly the woman went from relaxed and at east to being in protective mode, stepping closer to the window she watched as the two figures started to approach the house and she turned to her son, "Junjie, take the egg to your room, quickly." She told him in a no nonsense tone that had the pushing up to his feet instantly, scooping up the watermelon sized egg into his arms.

"Mom... what is it?" He asked in a hushed tone but instead of an answer the woman stayed at the window, starring out it while she lifted a hand to wave it at him in a dismissive manner. She was on edge, something that had him feeling the same, and after only a moment of trying to peek around her he turned on his heel and hurried out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into his room. The boy kicked the door to his room closed before trotting over to his bed, putting the egg down on it, and dragged a blanket over it, "You hide here." He told it, making sure to pull the curtains in his room closed, not wanting anyone to go peeking inside. Next thing he did was that he hurried to his dresser, hiding the two orbs that normally sat there into his top drawer, and from there he went back to his door, pressing his ear to it to listen in, trying to see if he might hear what it was that was going on out there. Hopefully nothing too dangerous as he didn't want anything scary to get anywhere near his mother! If they tried he'd get his trusty walking stick and hit them with it!

Outside of the room Lien took a deep breath to steady herself before she went to open up the door, "You needn't knock my door in to get my attention." She told the man on the other side of the door before recognition sparked in her eyes, "Ahhh, Borrum, it has been a lot time." She said, stepping back, "Do come in, the both of you, nobody wants to stand around in rain like this. Not when it's just begging for the lightning to come falling down upon you." She said, inviting the pair of them into her house, taking in the look of the two, especially the small, cloaked individual, before the familiar scent of copper reached her nose, "Ahh... one of you is injured?" She said, looking the pair over to see who it was who was giving off the all too familiar scent of blood. Not the reason why she wanted for Borrum to stop by but then again she couldn't say that he was always the most friendly. Their relationship was... tense, to say the least.

"Come, we will go to the room I use as my clinic." She murmured, wanting to see to the wound as quickly as possible. The quicker she saw to it the less of a chance that her patient would get weak from blood loss or suffer an infection, neither of which made her job any easier.

Lien gave a soft sigh as Burrom spoke of wanting to come by when he wasn't bleeding out on her floor before she gave him a gentle sort of smile, "It seems that blood and a lot of extra work are the only gifts that you ever bring to me, Burrom, you sure do know how to woo a woman." She told him in a manner that sounded serious though her eyes were twinkling as she led the way down the hall, opening the door that led to a big, open room that smelled heavily of various herbs. It had a few different cots in it in case she had multiple patients, and a lot of various cabinets and shelves filled with the various supplies and tools needed by one of her vocation. She slowly turned to look at the smaller cloaked figure who seemed to be keeping utterly quiet, so different from her chatty son. Deciding to deal with her first she addressed the girl, "Tilawen, I presume? If you would stand outside of the door while I tend to Burrom's wounds I would be most appreciative." She said to the girl, certain that he wouldn't want to bare his wounds before anyone but the person that was going to stitch him up. He had always been a man of overwhelming pride after all, "There is food in the kitchen, you are welcome to any of it that you might want, the sweets included."

Looking down the hallway at a closed door the woman debated with herself for a moment before she called out, "Junjie! See to our young guest while I tend to my newest patient!" It would be alright, how much flack could Burrum give her when his own daughter was what Junjie was? Turning to giver her full attention back to Burrom she said, "It would be best if we get you could of your wet things and into something dry. A fever on top of a wound will only slow down the healing process, something I am sure you don't wish to see happen." She said, walking across the road, digging into the one of the cabinets, and tossed an over sized tunic onto one of the cots before she fetch him a towel to dry off with, "Once we get you dried up and changed I will see to your wound. Does that sound alright?" As though she would give him the choice, she just liked to make it seem as though her patients had an option when really she was leading them down the path that was the best for them.

Down the hall the door creaked open and a supremely curious Junjie poked his head out, wondering who it was that he was supposed to be tending to. A guest? He'd never been asked to look after a guest before! This was so exciting! Who was it? At first glance... he had no idea. Someone in a cloak but that someone was rather short, weren't they? The boy with the mismatched horns looked over his shoulder to make sure the egg that was 'hidden' on his bed at the moment was still safe and warm before he slipped out of his room, padding barefoot down the hallway to where the cloaked form was standing, "Hello there! I'm Junjie!" He chirped, leaning in closer in an attempt to get a peek under the hood to see who it was that he was dealing with.

Junjie glanced up at the big Dovaa man, not nearly as big as Mister Arick, but still exceedingly intimidating. He didn't say a word, eyes getting rather wide, and he closed his wings tightly to his back, willing them to go away but with no luck. The things really were going to get him in trouble one day he thought to himself before he turned to look at the girl who was labeled as being 'afraid of him' words that didn't really seem to make sense to Junjie. Someone... was afraid of him? Was such a thing actually possible? Of that he didn't have a clue and as he glanced toward the one in the cloak he decided that he would just have to do his best to be... less scary? How exactly he was supposed to go about that he had no idea but he would do his best.

As the girl lifted her head Junjie's eyes went wide with surprise and amazement before he squeaked out, "Oh wow! You look just like Tyrok!" Then clapped a hand over his mouth, realizing what he'd said... but if his mother heard him there was no sign, the door to the clinic was closed now cutting them off from the adults, and that meant that he might not have let that important secret slip in front of people that wouldn't be all that pleased to hear it. Once he was sure that his mother wasn't going to come bursting out of the clinic to demand to know what he meant he took a couple steps closer to the cloaked girl, giving a smile, "Wow! You have the same sort of skin and eyes and everything!" He said in a hushed tone before asking a rather bizarre question, "Do you have any scales?" Tyrok had scales on his darkly colored skin... but at first glance, and given she was wearing a hood, it was hard to tell if this girl had any.

At the words 'let's go' he nodded his head, "Oh! Right, right." He said, moving to walk backwards toward the kitchen so that he could keep a good eye on her, obviously curious about who she was, who her father was, why he was employed to look after her, and many other questions. Their parents must know each other in some capacity he decided, it was the only reason why he'd be allowed out of his room save for if there was an emergency that she needed an extra set of hands for. That was most certainly not today since the parents were now locked away in the clinic leaving himself alone with this girl.

"So! What do you want to do?" He asked, as they reached the kitchen, turning to trot over to the counter, reaching out to scoop up a couple of the cookies that sat there, offering one to the cloaked girl, lifting the other to his mouth, "Do you want to find something dry to wear?" He asked, wondering if that was what his mother meant by seeing to their young guest. She was dripping everywhere, wasn't she? He might have to see to that.

As the girl that he was more chatting at then chatting with pulled back her hood he gave an 'Ooooooo' sound, "Wow! You have really pretty colored hair! We have some flowers in the garden about that color though... well... we can't really go out to see them, it's way to rainy for that." He said, then looked up at her horns and he gave another sound of interest, "Hey! You have neat grooves you in your horns." He said, as though she didn't know that already. Lifting a hand he looked as though he might try to poke at one of her horns, curious about those strange grooves that they had in them, "Are those grooves natural?" He asked in a curious manner, wondering it were that or if they were something she did herself for fashion reasons.

She seemed to remain quiet though even as he kept on going with the conversation, pausing from time to time to give her a chance to answer... but she didn't. Did she not talk? What was it his mother called that before in the past, mute? Was she mute? Huh... that was odd. Well, she seemed to be able to hear just fine so maybe that meant that he had to keep up the conversation between them? Otherwise it would end up a little awkward, huh? The boy stood there for a moment in silence, feeling a bit of relief when the girl finally gave him some sort of indication that she was listening to him and wasn't bored by his chatting, "Alright, dry clothes it is! I have some in my room that should fit you if you don't mind wearing boy clothes?" Some of his clothing was quite pretty, something that was likely due to having just a mother picking them out for him he thought to himself.

Junjie was quick to grab up a few more of the cookies off the plate before motioning to the girl, "Alright, this way then." He said, leading the way down the hall to where his room was, turning to glance at the big lump on the bed before going to his dresser so that he could dig around in it, "You can probably get changed in the bathroom after we pick some stuff out for you." He said, wings giving a little flutter before they faded away, back into the tattoo state on his back. His excitement had calmed, allowing such a thing to happen, though were he to get startled or excited again they would more then likely pop back up again. He was getting a little better at keeping them in check but it was never a definite thing that they would obey.

When Tilawen spoke Junjie instantly spun around, his purple eyes going quite wide, "Wow! So you're not mute then!" He said, sounding quite excited about this new bit of information. Given her complete silence to this point he had almost been positive that she wasn't able to talk and yet she'd done it! It was quite wonderful to hear, because it meant that while she didn't talk much that she could. As such maybe she would consider answering some of the questions that he had been throwing her way? He sure hoped so, "Alright! If you don't mind then I will be sure to get you something nice." He assured her, then gave pause when he noticed that she was pointing at what he was holding in his hands, "Oh! Do you want to try some now?" He asked, before he counted what he had, then handed half of them over to her, "Here, we can each have two for now. My mom makes really good cookies! These ones are chocolate chip and oatmeal." He explained, so that she would know what she was eating.

He put one cookie down on top of the dress, one in his mouth, and then set to work digging around in his dresser for a time. After a while he gave a smile as he took a few things for her that were on the prettier end of the spectrum, most certainly something that his mother had picked out for him. He didn't mind giving it over to her to wear, sure that she would look better in it then he ever had, "Alright, you wear this." He said, walking a little closer to her, handing the clothing over, "Alright, we should probably find you a towel so that you can dry off then get changed." He said after he took the orbs out of his top drawer, replacing them on the fancy pillows that sat on his dresser, picked up his second cookie, and turned to face the redhead again.

"I can lead you to the bathroom now if you want to go and get changed in there." He told her, motioning for the girl to follow along after him once more, seeming as though he were having a lot of fun leading her around, chatting with her, and sharing various things with her. He didn't get out near as much as he would like, and when he did half the time he was on his own, so this was a great change of pace.

Junjie tilted his head to one side when the girl motioned to the two orbs that he'd replaced on his dresser and he gave a bit of a smile, "Pretty, aren't they?" He said, lifting a hand to sooth it against the cool surface of one of the glittering orbs before he turned back to Tilawen, "This one, the pretty blue one, Mister Arick gave to me when I ran some errands for him." He explained, the motioned to the green one next, "This one came from a Ysali that was trying to eat me." He made a little face at that, as though he didn't quite understand what he'd done to upset the thing but oh well, he'd gotten out of that one without getting himself injured which was a bit of a shocker.

"Have you ever seen any dragons? We have a few of the green ones, the Ysali, in the forests near here." He said, wiping a speck of dust off of the green orb before he turned back to Tilawen completely once more, "Ah! We can probably talk about dragons later, huh? After you are dry and in warm clothing." He said, giving a little chuckle, as though he hadn't meant to leave her standing there dripping. He led the way down the hallway to where the bathroom was located, "There are lots of towels on the shelves, use what you need to dry off, then after you change we can see about squeezing your dress out and hanging it up." He told the girl, pushing open the door to the room for her, then moved out of the way so that she could head in and get changed into the dry clothing.

With that taken care of he headed back to his room, lifting up the blanket on his bed to peek under it, "How are you doing under here?" He asked of the egg, as though expecting some sort of response, before he leaned in to rest his ear against it, listening closely as though looking for any sign that it might be considering hatching. Nothing yet but soon, perhaps? He didn't know enough about giant eggs to really know what came in them or how long they took to hatch so he meant to keep a close eye on it until something happened, "You should hatch soon, then you can meet the new girl that is visiting." He told the egg, giving a bit of a grin as he did so. He was having fun with her already even if she didn't really say all that much. She was nice enough so that was what mattered if you asked Jun.

The tapping on his bedroom door had Junjie lifting his head from under the blanket, looking in that direction, "I think she is back. I will bring her to meet you now if she wants." He said to the bright green egg as he got back to his feet, letting the blanket fall back over the egg once more. Keeping it warm was important after all, he didn't want the poor thing to get cold again after all. Trotting over to the door he opened it up, looking Tilawen over for a moment, then he gave her a smile, "Oooo, that looks nice on you." He chirped, clapping his hands together in a happy manner. He knew that those particular clothes would probably look far better on her then they did on him. He wondered if his mother would let him give them to Tilawen, he'd be more then happy to have them out of his dresser since that would give him more space for the things he did like.

Pulling the door open for her he then asked, "Do you want a brush?" He asked as he walked over to his dresser, looking around on top of it, behind where the orbs were sitting, to fetch his brush and held it out to her, "If you need help I can braid your hair back for you, I do it with mine. It's something that takes a while to learn when you have horns." He said, giving a little chuckle. He was sure that Tilawen knew all about how much of a pain it could be to deal with horns getting in the way one was trying to brush their hair though, she had horns after all. He walked over closer to her, giving a little 'Ooooo' sound as he noticed that she had something similar to her horns but they seemed to be coming from her back? Weird...

Reaching his free hand out he gave one of them a little poke, "What are these? Spines?" He asked, curiosity flooding his tone once more. They looked like her horns but they weren't on her head, making him wondering what they might be. Either way they looked really neat!