Odhra was contented beyond anything she had ever felt before. Never in her (albeit short) life had she felt so much at peace, and all it took was a musty, cosy room containing scroll upon scroll for her reeading pleasure. It was approaching the small hours of the night and she had already ploughed her way through four of the scrolls and was eagerly devouring the fifth. This one contained some kind of guide to the keeping of a creature called "Floofalo". Having never encountered one of these she considered herself lucky to have read up on their temperment beforehand as she wouldn't have know how to react to one, if it surprised her. She imagined their size would intimidate her, as she found her own temperment quiet nervous and quiet.
A deep, contented sigh escaped her lips, air blowing past her fangs, and she watched as her breath stirred up some lingering dust on the floor. She had managed to nestle herself in a corner of the room, in a tattered old fur that appeared to have once been used as a wall hanging.
Yes. She was happy, curled up and warm, learning about the world she lived in.
A deep, contented sigh escaped her lips, air blowing past her fangs, and she watched as her breath stirred up some lingering dust on the floor. She had managed to nestle herself in a corner of the room, in a tattered old fur that appeared to have once been used as a wall hanging.
Yes. She was happy, curled up and warm, learning about the world she lived in.
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