As a dragon, I find this romantic as fuck AADIFTRAF

Two Faced

Last nights sad boy drinking went like any night of sad boy drinking would. With him remembering everything because he's immune to blackouts. With a slight headache, Lance woke up in Hilale's apartment, sunlight filtering in through the windows. It's unbearable with his current grumpiness.

"Hey, you! Finally awake!" She said. "Good morning Lansegra."

"Mrnin." He mumbled, rolling over in her bed to escape the sun. "Whass the time?"

"8 O'clock. Been sleeping since midnight." Her cozy bedroom doubled as a study, or perhaps her study doubled as a cozy bedroom. Three of the six stone walls have shelves built into them, two of the walls have narrow windows and one wall has a wide enterance covered by a thick curtain. It's a charming hexagonal room, much like the one he had when he lived in old Blavió.

Hilale's sitting at her desk, the two tinted windows in front of her cast her broad frame in a halo. The other two windows behind Lance were obscured by an indoor plants leaves. Theres a large gap between the wall and the bed because of architectural reasons and it was just the right size for this funny looking pot noone wanted to look at anyways.

"You've said such interesting things last night." She said.

"Oh no." Alcohol never helped him solve his problems. The pressure just builds and builds and he folds under it all like a blade of grass. He knew it was only going to make it worse and yet he did it. Now it's the next day and the situation is just as bad, except he has to deal with the shame as well.

"It's quite allright." She stood up from her chair, leaving her paperwork in favor of joining Lance on the bed. "I have a bad feeling."

"About what?" He scooted over to give her enough space. The bed is big, but she's still eight feet tall.

"Karenn. You said that her majesty, Zefra ordered you to take her here, wonder why. What do you think she's planning?" She lay on the sheets with the other dragon, looking him in the eye.

"She.... Well I....I donno." He was at a loss of words, stuttering his awnser out like a kid. "You know she doesn't tell me shit. Ever."

"Yeah, but It's still weird." She was deep in thought. "Lansegra, is there something you aren't telling me?"

"There's allways something I'm not tellin'."

"Can you tell me what this something is?"

"Nah."

"Allright then." She didn't look pleased. "Get ready, today is parcel day."

Parcel day. Katrea has been sending provisions to the temple ever since they learnt that it was still operating. Before this, the Pontifex had to worry about wheither They were going to starve on top of all Their other duties. Lance rolled off of the bed and went to find his clothes.

"Are they still wet?" He asked when he remembered why he had to take them off.

"Yeah, you can borrow some of mine."

"Kay, thanks." She has a weird looking rack with wheels to store her clothes and shoes. He put on black pieces exclusively because hes going through THAT phase in his twenties and left to fetch the parcel.

...

Karenn woke up in a bed that wasn't hers. It's been like this for weeks, she hadn't felt like she belonged in any of these places. No matter how warmly the people welcomed her or how much they tried to help her to fit in.

She put on her own clothes that she left El weeks ago and went down the the stairs to look for Laurin.

They've been exploring the ruins on most days since they've arrived. The handful of buildings that weren't destroyed were all maintained by someone. The debris and foliage cleared off of them and the paths leading to and fro, but the most bautiful parts have to be found.