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"Only... to sleep..." All three eyelids drooped as he curled up against the couch. "Aawljushstayearwanda..." That was supposed to have been 'I'll just stay here, Yolanda', but it got a little mashed on the way out. Imo was too tired to care, though. The human was smart. She'd figure out what he was doing even if she didn't understand the words.

That was the failing of human speech most creatures' speech... words. Dragons tended to skip over them among themselves... Imo was out like a torched dipped in water a few seconds later: quickly, accompanied by a bit of 'hiss' as the air pulled through his nostrils. His tail was wrapped around and tucked beside his forefeet; his head was cushioned on the couch alongside him. Safety-wise, at least he could accurately claim to be a light sleeper; trouble in the forests often visited in the night, and a infant sleeping dragon was almost as vulnerable as a sitting duck.

Nodding with a smile, Lasha followed her up the stairway, running a hand curiously over the cold glass of the banister. It was beautiful. She gave one look behind to see Imo already asleep and gave a small chuckle, whispering..

"Sleep well great wyrm." Before saying to Yolanda. "I cannot tell you how grateful I am for this...Thank you.." And with that the drow gave a small bow and turned down the hall to claim a room for her own.

This left Ravenar on his lonesome in the area with the sleeping Imo. He looked over at the small dragon. "Indeed, mysterious one..." He whispered, talking about Lasha and not Imo. "I would like to know why you decided to live after that..." His eyes narrowed. Something didn't add up, or perhaps he was reading too much into things. Perhaps she wasn't telling him everything... He would see.

He knew that he was welcome in the house of Yolanda. Quite often had he turned down the offering of a room for the night here, as he did not wish to freeload. However, he wanted to stay close to this new Drow and perhaps offer her a place to stay, perhaps, even though he had little room for himself in his own home.

He sighed. Ravenar began to ascend the stairs, towards the guest rooms, finding one for himself, placing his dagger on the nightstand beside the bed. He sat down on the bed but did not lay just yet, putting his chin in his fist, crimson-irised eyes narrowing.

"So... perhaps she is, and maybe she had not a shred of dignity left in her... but even so, she could find a place here, easily. All she would need to do is learn to control herself... she doesn't seem quite able to do that just yet, like most Drow females..." He sighed, remembering his ancestral home... Women were dominant, men were slaves and soldiers, pigs walked upon like dirt beneath their feet...

He remembered something else she had said. "So... her brother..." He shook and lowered his head. "There's a reason I am a pacifist... So something like this does not happen..." He blinked a few times, thinking of what would happen if he had lost one of his brothers.

As he blinked, a single tear rolled down the ebony skin of his cheek, and he finally relaxed, lying down, and going to sleep.

Yolanda opened the door to her room and stepped inside. Making sure that the lock was secure, she sighed. The vision she had earlier stunned her and she wanted to know more. Now was the time to try...

She slipped off her heavy robes and into a nightgown made of lighter material. Then, she sat, crosslegged on the wooden floor, with her staff in her hands. Pushing away thoughts and sending herself into a state of calm, she closed her eyes.

"I call upon a vision...the right given to me by the Six Seers. Give me the power to see what lies in my future...show me what fate has decided for me..." she chanted these words quietly, her speech no more than a low murmur. She continued to chant until about an hour later.

Nothing.

Frustrated, she stood up and was about to go to bed when it felt a blow to the head. It wasn't a physical hit, but more like a mental shock. The feeling was the same as before, but overpowering. Surprised, she fell to her knees, panting. Her eyes were wide with fear.

In a moment it was there and then it was gone...

Still, the feeling lingered... Closing her eyes, she got up slowly from the floor and went to her bed. Tomorrow...she needed to sleep for now. Tomorrow...

Stirring from an odd dream, she sat up straight and didn't realise that while she had slep she had shifted so that she was half under the night-stand. Upon sitting up she smashed her head against the underside of it and cursed very loudly in drow..

Once she had finished that little bout of anger she crouched enough so that the drow could slide out from under the table and sit up properly, putting a hand to her forehead as she continued to mutter a string of curses under her breath.

That was when Lashantha realised it must be daytime, where she had been used to travelling at night-time because of her sensitive eyes, the sunlight had filtered through the window to shine just into her face. Covering her hand with her eyes as she uttered a small shriek, she attempted to reach the doorway while shading her eyes.

When her eyes finally opened, it was far into the morning. Had she slept so long? Why hadn't she awakened? The answer was most likely because of the ordeal that night. Her energy had been sapped, making her sleep longer, it seemed. Stretching, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"I wonder who else is awake...?" she thought, opening the door to her room and walking down the hall to the stairs. Once there, she looked over the balcony and noticed Imo awake.

"Well, you're an early riser," she commented, smiling, "Hungry, I'll bet." She laughed quietly to herself and began descending the stairs.

In her mind, she wondered how Ravenar and Lasha were doing. They would probably be up soon as well.

Imo nodded eagerly when he spotted Yolanda on the stairs, trotting to the bottom of them as he waited impatiently to learn whether she planned to feed them all or not. Tail swishing back and forth, he cocked his head inquisitively as he observed the male drow approach Yolanda, speaking in hushed tones to the mage. Irritablely he gave his shoulders a sharp shake while he watched; what could possibly require secrecy in a home like this? He was suspicious of the drow, despite feeling no malintentions in him. Perhaps Ravenar was simply skilled enough to mask them.

Yolanda replied to Ravenar in a similar tone, "I suppose that she would have the final say. If I can house a dragon, I can house a drow." She laughed softly and turned her attention to Imo.

"Well, would you enlighten me on what you usually eat?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She had studied little of Dragons, never thinking that she would ever actually meet one. Then again, she never thought that she would see a Drow on the surface and now she had seen two.

"Good Morning, Lasha, I trust you slept well?" she asked, more cheerful than usual. Besides, it wasn't often that she had so much company. Still, the dread from last night still hung over her, however much she had tried to push it away. She sensed tension between Lasha and Ravenar, although she could not fathom the reason. The mage had thought that the two of them would be closer cosidering they were from the same race. Apparently not.