---The light flicks between white hot and a dull yellow, he manages to tear his eyes away from it for what feels like minutes but is probably less than a second. Wiskers flicker and the light feels softer than air.
---He supposes that it's time to get up. With a slow, wide yawn he starts to slowly untangle the unglodly knots he'd managed to tie himself into before sleep. One claw goes out of his bed, meeting the cold floor with the shock running into his pawpads. He shakes his head and yawns again, maybe he should just go back to sleep.
---Dac is on the good ship Arlos the Fifth, and maybe they should reconsider smooth-stone slick floors with no heating installed. The air is warm enough for him to wander around in the nude, however he suspects his crew would want him to be dressed for their visitors. He flits through like an enormous green and white kite, settling near his clothing storage and rummaging about until he finds something accepable.
---The garment clings to his underbelly and the buttons are slipped in without a second to direct the movement. A large perl, a deep and stormy grey glows faintly in the dark room, following the dragon's every move.
---He sticks to the higher portions of the halls he flies trough, ignoring his duties. Afterall he did sleep in so late that most of the meetings were over already.";
---He supposes that it's time to get up. With a slow, wide yawn he starts to slowly untangle the unglodly knots he'd managed to tie himself into before sleep. One claw goes out of his bed, meeting the cold floor with the shock running into his pawpads. He shakes his head and yawns again, maybe he should just go back to sleep.
---Dac is on the good ship Arlos the Fifth, and maybe they should reconsider smooth-stone slick floors with no heating installed. The air is warm enough for him to wander around in the nude, however he suspects his crew would want him to be dressed for their visitors. He flits through like an enormous green and white kite, settling near his clothing storage and rummaging about until he finds something accepable.
---The garment clings to his underbelly and the buttons are slipped in without a second to direct the movement. A large perl, a deep and stormy grey glows faintly in the dark room, following the dragon's every move.
---He sticks to the higher portions of the halls he flies trough, ignoring his duties. Afterall he did sleep in so late that most of the meetings were over already.";
