No Place Like Home [Open]

[cantmissfriday]

((OOC: Been around long enough to have met Friday and want to stop by? Someone sent you around because you need some heavy work done? Just wondering what the giant dragon shelter is on the edge of town? Come on by!))

Who: Friday and YOU
Where: Friday's home near the edge of town
When: Any time, any day! She's home most often after sundown, however.
What: Paying a call on the resident mountain of dragon

A house designed for a large, solitary dragon was, by necessity, quite simply designed. The building was large and square, with most of the inside space taken up by an enormous nest. There were a few storage boxes built along the walls like benches, and the only other room was a freezer large enough to be a walk-in for a human. The doors were massive, naturally, but had smaller, human-sized doors set next to them, and even a little human-sized table and a couple chairs set into one corner that saw precious little use.

Friday still had high hopes of visitors, some day.

The strangest part about the place was that it was decorated. Unless you counted hordes, dragons - particularly the large ones - weren't exactly known for interior design. And, well, it wasn't pretty, exactly. But it'd been painted enthusiastically in bright, foresty greens and yellows inside and out, and the walls were adorned with a few pictures, medals, and even a mounted military rifle. Everything was extremely orderly, tidy, and dust-free, perhaps betraying a bit of the dragon behind the dimwitted gentle giant routine she liked to put on.

The dragon herself spent most of her time there sleeping, snoozing, and thinking. But a visitor was always worth attention.

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[doingallthethings]

There were a few people who at least knew who she was and didn't find her terrible company. One of them happened to be a small, fluffy, white dragon, who of course dragged her own person along when she decided to track down that big but fairly polite Regal who they'd talked with off and on before. So once they'd ascertained that she wasn't actually in the barracks, like they'd assumed, they circled the city in search of her.

Spotting the makeshift house from the air wasn't all that hard, once they were flying over the right part of the city. Fluniarlii angled down to the little building and alighted just in front of it, looking up in mild confusion. "Why would she want to live here?"

"Maybe she likes being by herself," Haro suggested, climbing down from her back and hanging on the harness, looking up at it, too.