RP:Sympathy For Sister

Summary: Upon hearing the news of Largakh's sudden death, Scandal dresses in his finest attire and sets out to personally give his condolences to Lanara. The witch has become like a sister to the dragon, and he knows that the loss of her beloved would take it's toll on her, emotionally and physically. He prepares a fine dinner for Lana, and offers to remain with her at the Rolafir's cottage, as she takes her time to mourn. Scandal shows the elf comfort, and vows to keep her well fed and provide company, so she's not so utterly alone during this trying time.

Scandal stood in front of the mirror in the room he rented, beside him were hundreds of empty vials of shapeshifter assistance, and also hanging on the back of his door, was dark blue dress suit, and on the chair were dark dress pants and black dress shoes. He stared into the mirror, moving his fingers around his eye sockets and his red hair. “Now more than ever for friend, and a sister.” He said, glancing once at the glass vials on the floor. Reaching for the painkillers to his left, and taking six pills, he swallowed once then twice, and turned to the pants. Painstakingly, he put on his clothes, on brushing his hair, and trying his best to look at his best for his friend who was mourning. As he pulled on his coat, and buttoned it, but not before putting on his belt. He turned his gaze to vase of flowers, formerly blue roses, now thanks to some dyed water, they were now green, similar to her lost love, and perhaps would mean more than black roses. Taking the flowers and walking out his room, downstairs and out the door. When he would arrive at where Lanara was staying, he would knock on the door, just loud enough to be heard, but not to annoy. If she didn’t answer it, and another did, he would say, “I am here to support Lana in this time of grieving,” If she answered the door, he would smile slightly, and he would say, “I came to check on you, no one should have to grieve alone.”

Lanara sits on the couch of the Rolafir’s cottage in Sage Forest, her head swimming with the memory of the morning, the funeral, and the day when Largakh was fully put to rest. He had been cremated, so the service was short, with only his grandparents, his poker buddies, Lanara, and their shared dog, Tanner. A paladin said a few prayers, and the ashes were sprinkled over the ground, in the woods, behind the large cottage. Oddly, it was also where their first official camping date took place, which was bittersweet for the witch. Barefoot, she sits campfire style and looks out the window, as though she half expected her deceased lover to come strolling up the walkway with that slow smile that made her weak in the knees. The blonde puppy is curled into a ball, sound asleep on his little bed in the corner, ever so often unleashing a snore as he contentedly slumbers. Lana, however, looks as though she hadn’t slept in days, wearing her heartache for the world to see, as the black dress hangs on her lithe frame. She hadn’t wanted to attend the repast, she had put on a brave enough face for the morning, and now she merely wanted to mourn and enjoy her solitude. The Rolafir’s, Larz’s grandparents, had told her to stay at the cottage for as long as she liked, as they were relocating elsewhere, as too many harsh memories remained in the lands. For now, this place would be called her home, but not for too long, as every corner she looked at reminded her of her beloved. Her long hair curtains her pretty face as fresh tears spring to her eyes, though she lifts her head upon hearing the knock at the door. Who was it?! Slipping from the sofa, she pads barefoot to the door and opens it a crack, her chocolate hues widening as she sees Scandal, clad in a suit, and brandishing a bouquet of emerald roses. Without a word, she wraps her arms around the dragon and bursts into tears, as he knew she really needed a friend at this time, and he was most welcome. Hugging him close, she lifts her head enough to speak, “Thank you for coming, Scandal. It means the world to me… Come in.” Stepping to the side, she opens the door so he can enter the home, and Tanner wakes up and trots over to greet him with a tail wag and a faint bark.

Scandal immediately held her when she hugged him, he quietly put the flowers down with one hand, so he hug her with both his arms. He held her for a moment until she told him to come in. Picking up the flowers he entered the home only to kneel and hold out his hand to Tanner to let him sniff. Then rising he looks about, the house. He spoke softly, his face everything about him was humanoid, save for the skin and hair, but that wasn’t the important thing, the important one was Lana, he responded. “How could I stay away when my sister was hurting, I am so sorry.” He again hugs her, holding her for a moment, until she either pulls away, or asks him to sit down, or anything really. Right now he was concerned about her, and thus he was going to help her in her grief in all he could.

Lanara doesn’t know what to do with herself, and it’s obvious as she stands to the side while he hands over a bouquet of green roses, before he turns to greet the four month old puppy. The short-haired blonde dog narrows his expressive green eyes and hesitates, as he’s never sniffed anyone with dragon blood before. Lana hugs the flowers to her chest, her eyes brimming with tears again, before she catches herself and goes to put the flowers in a vase of water. As she returns to the room, she watches the encounter between Tanner and Scandal, as the puppy gives his fingers a few licks and his tail returns to wildly swishing from side to side. They were now friends, it seemed. “He likes you…” She states, her tone soft, though her voice was so hoarse from the constant episodes of crying and wailing over the loss of her lover. She welcomes the hug again, and rests her head against Scandal’s chest, the word ‘sister’ ringing in her ears and she feels her tears splashing against her high cheekbones. “I can’t tell Taly… It’s best to tell her in person, when she returns. She needs to get better, and if I write her explaining that Larz died, she will come at once. We can’t have that… Not yet.” Breaking from the embrace, she motions to the couch and sits beside Scandal, dabbing at her eyes with a cloth napkin and trying her hardest to remain strong. “Thank you for coming… I don’t feel so alone now… It’s so hard to remain strong and face these things on my own.”

Scandal turned and sat down with her, "I understand, she needs to get better first, here, take my cloth its less um scratchy than a napkin." He said his voice calm but pained, out of how painful this was for her. He sat with her for a moment, Scandal nods, "Loss is something I familiar with, and I have to imagine its better to have someone there with you through it, I never got, that, but I wanted to make sure you didn't have to deal with it on your own." He paused, and formed the words in his head before he spoke, "How was the funeral?"

Lanara accepts the offered cloth and dabs at her drenched cheeks and eyelids, sniffling, and swallowing hard as she gathers her thoughts. “It was tough… His grandparents, they raised him from an infant, they returned to the lands for the funeral. And his closest friends, Kivessin, Nuthom, and Gary… They came, too.” There’s a long pause, as Lana clears her throat, and explained what had happened to her beloved, to the best of her ability. “It was a shock to all of us… I was making dinner and Tanner came home with a stone that I had enchanted for Larz, an animal ally stone… I knew something was wrong... So, Tanner led me all the way to the main strip of Gualon… There was a crowd surrounding the body, and a man in vine handcuffs screaming and crying. Supposedly he was selling some illegal substance, and Larz had caught him in the act and when he went to arrest him, the man had struck him in the abdomen with a dagger. He must have struck something vital, because he bled to death within minutes, before anyone even caught on that he was stabbed… I arrived too late, and they wouldn’t let me go near the body as they had to investigate, so I didn’t get to look at his face, or touch him, or say a proper goodbye. Nothing!” Fresh tears spill onto her cheeks. “The thug was taken into custody, the patrol investigated, and the orc’s, they burn the bodies of their kin… So, since Larz was half-orc, they cremated him… And we were allowed to sprinkle the ashes in Sage Forest, his home, and where he grew up.” Nothing more is said, as the elf breaks down again, and dries her tears as quickly as they fall.

Scandal mind turned as he listened, his heart heavy as he listened to the story behind it. His own mind forcing up old memories of companions he witnessed die, and others he found out only later about, but the muffled screams in his thoughts drove him to tears, that memory alone had been his worst, and even to this day he couldn't fully process it. He spoke softly to Lanara, "Knowing how much he meant to you and still means to you, I can understand the desire to have had some closure, remember him as he was, before all this, remember the bond that you two shared, and remember the moments when you needed comfort and he provided it, because its those moments that those we have lost shined their brightest." He held his thoughts internally before speaking again, "Do you possess any of his ashes still, surely their is jeweler who fit some of the ash into a ring," He allowed her some time to answer before speaking again.

Lanara listens to Scandal’s words of comfort, the little elf nodding as the tears continue to fall, in a steady rhythm. The pain is unimaginable, and one would think she was accustomed to goodbyes as this was the –second- lover to have died while being with her and the other was missing from the lands! For someone with such intelligence, beauty, and a colorful personality, she sure had tough luck when it came to matters of the heart! Larz would want her to find love again, to realize that she’s a product of her past and not a prisoner, and for her to continue adventuring and living her life to the fullest. And she would, but this wound was still so fresh and she wasn’t ready to come out of her shell. It was a time to mourn. Scandal’s words reach her tapered ears and her soul, and she feigns a small smile for the dragon, as she gives an immediate shake of her head. “No… Seldanna kept a pinch for herself, so that he’s always on their travels. The rest were sprinkled in the forest. I think its better that way… His spirit will live on in my heart and my mind, and he had his own touch on the sanctuary and Sage Forest. He will not be forgotten. Ever.” She blows her nose, and sniffles, leaning against the male’s side and sighing. “Thank you for coming… You’re the only family I have in the lands. I just hope that Taly is alright and that she returns soon.” A pause. “Have you seen Zahrani lately?”

Scandal likewise found it most troubling that such a dear friend, whose personality, inteligence, and beauty he so loved about her, seemed to be met with same brand of luck he had become accustomed to, at least before his deep sleep. "Well at least your at peace in your memory of him," He said softly. "Lana, if you would like me too, I can stay and take care of you until you are out of mourning." If she agreed, he'd move to the kitchen to cook supper, if she didn't he would stay at the couch, but in either response he would discuss about their mutal friend, "I have not seen or heard from Zahrani in quite some time, I was looking for her since I discovered that Red brook I had mentioned last time to you about, but when I heard about what happened, I knew I was needed here." If in the kitchen he would grit his teeth hard, as searing pain from his transformation stuff began to wear off, if by the couch, he would be flinch a bit, and his eyes would ficker between humanish and dragonish in appearance.

Lanara sniffles, bunching the cloth into a ball as her fist tightens around it, the woman vowing not to shed anymore tears this day. She was literally, all cried out, at this point. And being a terrible hostess! The fact that her brother had shown up and offered to take care of her has her expression changing from one of sorrow to one of gratitude and she gives an almost imperceptible nod of her head. “Sure. You can stay, but you don’t have to take care of me… Well, maybe just for a few days. I feel so alone without Taly or Larz, or the Rolafir’s, and this house is huge and I’m here all by myself.” The dragon nods in response and rises to his feet, before padding into the spacious kitchen, while Lana remains on the couch, crossing her legs and sighing. “I’m not very hung-“ her words trail off as her stomach growls loudly, declaring that she was indeed famished and would love something to eat. Having her close friend and brother around would help to pull her from this major depression, maybe, and at least Scandal would remind her to eat and sleep, things she kept forgetting to do. All she seemed capable of doing the past few days was moping around and weeping, endlessly. She listens to him speak of Rani, and she hopes that her feline friend is faring well, too, since the separation between her and Taly. Her eyes narrow on Scandal as he speaks of the red brook and she lifts her hands, as if to say and you are just –now- mentioning this?! “What did you find? Tell me all about it. And… Are you alright?!” She notices the clenched jaw and the pained expression and she rises from the sofa, concerned.

Scandal pained expression recedes, briefly if only by sheer willpower. "I am fine," His eyes said no. "Transformation drug not really helping anymore," He reaches for the large pot, intent on starting dinner preperation. He removes his jacket, and set it down. "Yes, I found the red brook, it source seems to lie beyond a large valley and i swear i can hear the falls, or whatever lies further with the valley, a whole lot of strange gargolys seem to lurk about along the path, which seems, you know odd, I mean I been to vailkrin before, but gargoyle like creatures in venturil, something feels out of place. I took the road a bit further, up that way, and i saw strangest thing, it looked like a giant wall, a few miles wide, and at least two miles high, and water seemed to be pouring out of it," He grimaced hard, as spines rose out of his neck. His humanish form falling apart into anthro form, that was still reverting.

Lanara walks into the kitchen, resting her hip against the wall as her chocolate hues remain glued to the morphing in Scandal’s eyes. It was fascinating, truly, though she knew the pain he endured every time it happened, and her lips pull into a pout. She hated seeing someone she cared for in distress, and she sighs, “Maybe we can work on altering the potion a bit… Theo has a ton of herbs in the washroom, he was an adept healer. You’ll have to check in there.” She nods certain that the Rolafir’s had something that could ease his pain. Her head snaps up as he mentions the red brook, and the gargoyles that guard the way. She had never seen a gargoyle before, and the mention of them has the elf’s tapered ears twitching and her mouth slightly agape. The wall is noted, too, and her eyes slightly widen as the spines exit his neck, the man transforming in the kitchen, before her very eyes. “Scandal… We must mention this at the next guild meeting. I’m rounding up a few more members, and once things calm down at the sanctuary, I really think that we should investigate all of this further. If you need some privacy, there are several rooms, take whichever one you like…” She wasn’t sure if the shifting was embarrassing for the male or not, and while he went to shift, she would take over on the cooking.

Scandal let out a hoarse breath, "Perhaps," He groaned, "If you get the pot going over the fire, I can when I am back um, get the olive oil out, I hope you like pasta." He moved towards one of the rooms, whether it was bedroom he was unsure, as soon as the door was closed, he stripped off his clothing and laid, wouldn't you know it on the bed. Then, he stopped holding back, and quickly his legs bent, backward, knee caps reversing, and his skeletal structure changing, flakes of silver blood escaping from his skin as his body reverted to a 6' tall anthro dragon with wings. It took immense effort not to scream, because of the pain, which the more he did this more intensely it hurt. He sat on the floor the room, against the wall, his tail curling out towards his left leg. Dragon's didn't sweat as far as he knew, but that didn't stop leaving him drenched with silver blood. His breathing slowed returning to normal. He realized as he looked up the door had opened by itself, and wondered if somone saw him. Standing he looked at the pants and realized they didn't fit no more, so he went to bathroom and grapped a towel and wrapped it around himself. Taking another towel a more ratty one, he poured some coconut oil on it and ran it across the floor picking up the silver flakes of blood easily. "Coconut, in the three million years I slept no one still knows that it cleans up dragon blood better than any soultion?" He whispers trying to make light of a painful situation. Before finishing up, he sticks his head, out of the room, "Lana, um is there any um clothing that might have gotten stretched in the wash?"

Lanara fills a pot with water and fixes it a few inches above the fire, though the tips of the flames lick the bottom, and would soon warm the water within. The elf is on a mission now, and as long as steps are ahead of her, she isn’t dwelling on losing Larz, and she finds that as long as she keeps busy, she can at least pretend that all is well in the world. Moving around the kitchen, she searches the cupboards for all the things that Scandal may need for when he returns, and she hears the tearing of fabric, the groans of pain, and the shifting of his bones as he transforms in the bedroom. Sympathetic, she frowns, and sets the table, making certain to afford Scandal his privacy, though as he sticks his head out and calls to her, she dries her hands on her dress and quirks a brow. “Clothing? Um…” Where would she find clothing to fit a dragon?! Larz was muscular, but he was more the size of a lean human, and Theo and Seldanna were petite elves, and forget wearing Lana’s clothing, she was the tiniest of the bunch! She merely gapes at her brother, unsure what to do about this predicament which would soon grow uncomfortable, and that’s when the light goes off in her head. “I’ll be right back!” She exits the kitchen, closes the front door behind her, and heads to the barn, before she returns with a horse blanket. The coat could fit over the Rolafir’s menacing steed, so surely it could cover the dragon’s privates! Holding the blanket out, she dusts any hay from it, and offers it through the gap in the door, “This will have to do for now. It’s clean and warm, and should cover you nicely.”

Scandal was not one to argue, and while it had felt slightly awkward for but a second, he quickly accepted the horse blanket and upon closing the door for a second wrapped it around his waist, and using the towel he wrapped it like a belt around his waist to hold it up. And then exiting the room, he entered the kitchen, picking up where Lana left off, “Thanks, I needed that.” He said trying to smile and realizing he fell short with a snout instead of a face, so he only revealed a mouth full of teeth or nothing at all. “Do you prefer red sauce, pesto, or white sauce?” He said, as he began began to mix a recipe of pasta dough. He tucked his wings close to his frame, so they didn’t fill up the kitchen, his tail being as long as it was kinda slumped on the floor.

Lanara slips onto a stool before the counter, allowing Scandal to take over in the kitchen, and she watches him as he’s making the dough for the pasta. Her body was hungry, however, she was a bundle of emotions since Larz had passed away and didn’t have much of an appetite. She sighs and looks away, however, when she turns back and the dragon attempts to smile, he is baring a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, and she slightly gasps. It would take some getting used to, with her brother being in this form! If someone else were to drop by, they’d surely be in shock to see a dragon playing the role of a gourmet chef in the Rolafir’s kitchen! Shrugging, she regains her composure, and thinks about her options, “Let’s go with pesto!” That was the healthier of the choices, at least, and she crosses her legs, her bare feet dangling as her petite form didn’t quite touch the tile floor. “Who taught you to cook, Scandal?”

Scandal sighed, it wasn't a sad one just a escape of air, "I used to when i was a great deal smaller as a dragon, i used to climb up onto kitchen windows of other Dragons houses, and try to steal a slice of bread, but occassionaly they wouldn't notice me and then i would watch them cook, at least until they spotted me, or began to add meat, I always avoided wanting to see that." He works a bit longer before multitasking with adding olive oil to a mix of pesto, and using his tail shake the sealed container, "When I had a friend in that time of my life, we would try to scrap some food together, and I'd try to make some very odd kabobs, We once had a mixture of grapes, chocolate, and cheese, it was appaling but it was food, and it was funny when she and i got tangled in that mess of gooey cheese." He says a small tear escapes his eye, "For an elf I used have around me, we once experimented with caviar stuffed mushrooms, that was a good meal, the early part of the night was fun," He stops because a few more tears escape, so he starts hacking at an onion, to try blame the tears on his chopping, "I enjoy cooking, it stirs up pleasent memories, and in a way i have a dish for every friend i have made," Taking the shaken pesto, he realized he had made too much, "Do you, uh, know how to make bread, I um made to much pesto, so it probbaly go well with some bread?"

Lanara listens intently as Scandal opens up a little about his past, her lips pursed in thought, though she doesn’t interrupt. She can’t imagine the horrors an adolescent dragon must have gone through with having to steal scraps of food here and there, and to look out for his friend, as well. Responsibility was tossed the youngster’s way at such an early age, and without the help of family or friends. A look of pity crosses Lana’s face and she sighs softly, making to prepare the dough to make a loaf of bread to go with the pesto sauce. The tears are noted, though rather than point it out and embarrass Scandal; she busies herself with the task at hand. “I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that, I can’t even imagine… Sweets are my specialty… I had to live an academy for quite some time, until I got a handle on my powers. I was kept in isolation for many hours of the day, and when I was allowed some freedom, it was when the others were sleeping or in their private quarters… So I would head to the kitchens to clear my head and make cookies. Every morning the students would wake up to a different kind of cookie and they knew it was from me. They soon started slipping requests beneath my door and thank you letters. Those were the only limited friendships I was allowed to form, until I was much older.” She lifts her gaze, watching him dice the onions, “You’re right. It’s –very- therapeutic.” After the bread and pasta have been fully prepared, Lana sets the small dining table, and pours a glass of white wine for each of them, before they sit down to eat. She takes a large bite of the pesto pasta and closes her eyes, savoring the flavor, “Mm… Scandal, this is delicious! You should open a restaurant, never mind a bank!”

Scandal listened equally as Lanara spoke of her time at the academy, and her ability to make sweets. He stuffed the pasta with three cheeses, and put them into the pot to boil, and when they were ready he dumped out the water and mixed in the pesto and butter. "Butter makes everything better." He said with a look of knowing. "Ah yes, cookies, though i prefer the dough over the cookie, i guess i am just a little silly that way." He giggled softly as he cleaned up the kitchen as Lana set the table and poured the wine. Taking a seat and being mindful to sit right so the blanket didn't come up, and show the world, Scandal took his napkin and set it on his lap, and watched her take the first bite before he himself, dug into it. "You like it, well I have found finding grounds for a bank to be a duanting task, and Cenril a more and more annoying city. That and Trinity pulling me more and more into shady deals," He shook his head, and took a bite, "I should have spiced that cheese with chives, not onions" Noticing a little stand for a pot, he took a small pot and held in the back of his mouth briefly and pulled it back with a mild green liquid, which burst into slow flame, and he placed it under the little overhang metal tin that held some butter, slowly melting it and allowing one to pour it onto the bread. "Just a little something I can do," He paused, as he continued to eat, and watching her eat, taking a sip of wine between bites. When the meal was finished he cleared the dishes and threw the sopillia's in the fryer, and after dusting them with cinnamon and sugar, and putting some honey in a bowl to dip he returned either to the table or to wherever Lana was sitting now.

Lanara finishes up her pasta and dips the bread into the pesto sauce, enjoying the delicious meal. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was up until she smelled the aroma of the food cooking, and she nearly devours every morsel on her plate, going back for second helpings of everything that is offered. Every few bites she takes a dainty sip of her wine, and swirls the glass, listening to Scandal’s words, and smiling as he makes himself at home in the kitchen. It felt good to share a meal with a close friend, rather than wallow in self pity for hours on end, and mourn over the loss of Largakh. It would be a long time coming before she is fully over his sudden death and the aching in her heart may never fully mend, but at least for the past few hours, she had focused on something other than his body lying in a pool of blood in the street. Tanner pads into the room and rests his head on her lap, begging for a piece of bread, which she obliges, after making him sit and give her his paw. He is obedient; at least when there’s the promise of a treat, and after eating the bread, he nudges her arm for another. Lana pats his head and tries the sopillia, a food that is foreign to the elf, and she sighs contently, as the cinnamon flakes onto her tongue. “Wow. That is amazing.” They finish their dinner and dessert, and she helps the dragon clean up the mess they had made, in compatible silence. Once the kitchen was cleaned and the left over’s put into the ice box, they’d retreat to the study where there was a variety of books on the shelves, a crackling fire lit in the hearth, and a deck of cards. It was too soon for bedtime, so Lana curls up in a rocking chair and covers her legs with a blanket, while Tanner curls up in a ball at the floor. The elf meets Scandal’s gaze, “Thank you for dinner, it was delicious… And I really appreciate the company. You can stay for the night, or as long as you wish. There are plenty of guest rooms. This was Theo’s study, feel free to read any books or draw, play cards, whatever you like. My home is your home.” She then falls silent, diverting her gaze to the slumbering puppy on the floor, as she rocks gently back and forth.

Scandal took for himself a seat in the study with Lanara. It might have been funny to see him trying to adjust himself because the first time he sat down on his tail his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, Finally he managed to accomplish it. "I happy to cook for you anytime." He sat for a moment as her invite continued, "I will stay as long as you need somone to cope with this. Or until you kick me out." He might have winked, just might of. Picking up a book he sat for a bit hoping perhaps a conversation might arise, or an invite to do something with cards, since he did'n't know how to play a card game. As he was reading a brown leather book with no title and strangelly no words or pictures on its pages he would occassional stroke and pull on the skin where is neck connected with his torso, which would stretch a surprisingly large amount, before elasistcly pulling back when he let go of it. "Do you have some paper, and a pen, I might try writing, strangely this book has um no words or pictures, and the title i only uncovered at the back of the book, Scts f d. a lot letters are smudged." He handed her the book if she asked for it. "Would you like more wine?"

Lanara gives a nod to Scandal as he takes her up on the offer to remain at the cottage, pleased that she’d have the company of her brother, as well as his superior cooking skills, while she went through the many stages of grief in the coming weeks. The dragon was always a welcome friend in her walks of life, and she gives him a strained smile, as he picks up a book, and rests in the study. Tanner begins to softly snore, his front paws wrapped tightly around a chew toy, as he sleeps. The puppy was also missing the half-orc, who had been his owner, though he was adjusting to life with Lana just as well. After all, it was her sanctuary that he had been born at, and she had raised him from birth! The witch is drifting off, her dark eyes closing, as she nearly falls asleep, though Scandal’s words cause her eyes to open and her head to snap up. She appears apologetic, as she fights to stay awake, and she purses her lips, unsure what he is even asking. She shakes her head, as the wine was likely would had her dosing off, though she stands up and brings him some parchment, an inkpot, and a fresh quill, so that he could write in the oddly unwritten novel. “Here you go… I’m going to head to bed, alright? I’m exhausted. Thank you for dinner and I’ll see you in the morning… Feel free to use the home as your own.” A long pause, as she meets his gaze, “Thank you for everything, Scandal.” Leaning in, she presses a soft kiss to his cheek, before she wraps the blanket around her, and exits the room. A few moments later, he’d here one of the bedroom doors closing down the hall, and the house would fall silent, aside from the snoring of the puppy and the scribbling of Scandal’s wording on the parchment.

Scandal nodded with a closed mouth, and as she places a kiss on his cheek, he watches her leave, "Goodnight." He said as she left. As soon as she was gone he unwrapped the blanket around his own waist. Letting his tail be free. He took the blank book and placed it beneath the sheets of paper, and began to write. It was rare for Scandal to sleep anymore, he rarely did, if anything he no longer believed he was capable of waking himself up in time, So to keep busy he chose other things while others slept, So he began writing his introduction and words he would dedicate about the history that was before his great rest, if anything something to be saved. Even if it was not worth saving. He kept quiet so as not waken his host, and when he grew tired of writing, he would clean, and when that was done, he step out of the house and buy groceries, for the pantry and ice box. As morning would approach he would finally pick up a good book, entitled Cheddar's Adventures, which was about a whip weilding Jersher Salamander who would go into lost tombs and temples to uncover lost treasures, He chuckled softly as not to wake Lana, "Bet the natives never thought to add traps to the ceiling, ah the wonders of sticking to anything..." He read that line over and giggled softly. He breathed, setting down the book and stepped outdoors, changing from his anthro to his dragon form, He needed to do this to loosen up bound bones and muscles, and now he closed his eyes as he leaned against a large oak, all doing this much softer than was to be expected of a dragon. An hour he might have rested, and then he would return to his anthro, and reenter the house, he would find his blanket again, and wrap it around himself, entering the kitchen in hours many might awaken to, he would pour out some oil into a vat, and gather some sweet dough, and make them into the shapes of donuts, and then he would move over to the eggs and prepare some eggs benedict, with some freshly cooked bacon. When Lana awoke, he'd be happy to serve her some delicious food.