The White Dragon comes

The following morning

( kothar ) Ah~ The sun was finally rising. Small particles could be seen within the light from the window as the sun rose above the horizon. Kothar had slept soundly with no issues. Kothar was usually a heavy sleeper when he was comfortable somewhere. The location didn't matter, as long as he was comfortable. Dreams were also pleasant for once instead of the usual night terrors. Dreams of a nice stable home, large in size a nice family 9 in amount. Pleasant, pleasant. Slowly his purple hues began to shine through eyelids. A parting of his lips led to a yawn allowing his arms to stretch and his legs to extend to the foot of the bed. His vision was still slightly, though they were only looking at the stone wall that the bed laid near. His hand felt something, and for a reason unknown he'd squeeze it lightly. It felt soft, but firm. A soft, "Hm" escaped his lips as he was thinking what it could be. A pillow. With a few more squeezes his hues looked to his hand. His eyes widened quickly seeing that it had been Lyla's breast. 'What the!?!? Why is she in my bed!?! NAKED!?!?!' His thoughts exactly. Though Kothar was still oblivious that he was really in Lyla's room. His hand released her breast as his face began to fill with blush. "HEY!?!" He yelled at her trying to wake up. "Hey!" He pulled the cover off of her... A bad move... She was completely naked. Kothar may have been awake, but his brain wasn't there yet. This could be an opportunity to mess with her. Non-sexually of course. Though it seemed she had let her Voluptuous body wear down over the years, she was still a beauty in his eyes. He tapped her then pushed her with the palm of his hand. Then he felt a breeze upon his own body. He had been in the nude as well. He sat up placing his bare feet upon the cold ground. His movement caused the bed to slightly creek. With the movement of sitting up he chuckled quietly. His right elbow placed upon his right knee and the hand placed upon his face. Each of his fingers spread apart. "Sililos." He quietly called out. Back upon the docks of Aria aboard the ship he had arrived on, the staff that had glowed bright purple began to wiggle out of it's anchored spot. And without fail it broke free and shot out of the ship at speeds faster than light. With the feeling of his treasure fast approaching he stood up and walked towards the window, opening it letting a breeze come through. His right hand extended out of the window, palm open. Within a few moments his treasure staff at slammed into the palm of his hand. As the feeling touched his palm he closed it quickly taking the force and seizing the momentum. Though this caused him to slide sideways slightly he still held his balance. The staff afterwards, was absorbing in the palm. The same brightness forming and encasing his body as a more permanent attire formed over his legs. The top half was a bit of a problem... Where could he find a shirt that could fit him. He sat back upon the bed allowing it to creek once again placing a hand upon his cheek letting out a sigh only to look back at Lyla to see if she was awake. She was definitely still naked.

(Lyla ) With her back turned towards the windows, the sun that was quickly rising was not bothering Lyla at all. It had been a long night indeed, from staying up and baking and finishing off a hand full of wine bottles and having to share a stolen bed, but those details were fuzzy from the lingering alcohol. Her mind was off in a dream, as her body laid limp and at rest. The Staff of Kotamora was starting their duties, The sound of Morning guards relieving the night shift and maids entering empty rooms to be cleaned. A cook and his staff headed to the kitchen to begin the day's meals. Once entering the cigarette that was wedged into the chef's mouth fell and landed onto the floor. " Qu'est-ce que la baise." His voice boomed down a couple halls causing a crowd to peak into the kitchen. Flour everywhere, every dish messed, and spilled spices. The kitchen was a war zone of baked goods. In the center of the island was a pile of cookies and five empty wine bottles. As Kothar tried to wake her up, Lyla murmured and waved her hand at the male. " Five more minutes Media." She said with the utmost laziest voice. Her mind clasping onto slumber as the outside world was knocking. Lyla felt cold air wash over her relatively warm body, causing her to shiver. Lyla's eyes closed she tried feeling for the silk sheet, after feeling around for it with no prevail she had finally started to sit up. Her eyes instantly going to the window that was blinding her. Her forearm cast over her eyes as Lyla waited for her hues to adjust... " Why is the window open" As those words slipped out of her lips heavily with sleep. She felt her head... " how much did I drink last night?" As these questions were being asked to herself only, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She was in her own room, her tongue trying to save her pallet from the dryness, she could taste the sour/tart wine she had last. In her daily regimen, it was about time to wake her body with a few stretches and pops. Lyla's knuckles, her toes, her back and then her neck.... In this motion, a large shadow was seen between her squinting eyes... Lyla came to realize why she was up and why the window was open. A loud shriek came from her lips. In shock she began to yell. " wux vyklade. What are you doing in my bed!" She instantly grabbed the covers and covered her body for modesty. Lyla's free hand grabbing anything close enough to throw, which happened to be pillows. She was standing on her knees atop of the bed, attempting to scare him away. " GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!!!" She had run out of pillows and as she was searching for something else, her mind was asking a million questions... Her eyes widen as she had little memory after leaving the kitchen... " DID We........." She was frozen afraid of his answer.