Ximly sighed as she sank to the floor against the wooden wall of the sauna with a deep sigh. She wasn’t sure just how much more stress she could handle in such a short amount of time. With all this about the poachers, and the market, and Birkly, from out of nowhere her old teacher? The kind hearted professor Birkly….. what would he have to do with any of this? And what was all this about fixing a mistake? Ximly shook her head as she lay down on the floor and curled into a ball, wrapping her tail around her. Within moments she was warm, and comfortable, and sleep came quickly.
Granny came into the sauna half an hour later, but found her daughter soundly sleeping, and the heat at a horribly extensive level. Granny sighed as she lowered the temperature by a few degrees before closing the door and leaving Ximly to sleep. Mortimer looked up at the elder woman with a somewhat worried look. The dragon morph had a lot going on in her life right now….would she be able to cope with it all?
Granny sighed, “She’ll be fine Morty….”
The weasel gave a nod as Granny started down the hall again, and he slinkied along slowly. “Now, who’s going to eat those dumplings?”
Mortimer’s face lit up at hearing Granny’s comment. Dumplings? Oh HOH! Dumplings!! Morimer quickened his pace drastically, and Granny laughed. “They’re still hot you little rat…”
Mortimer’s face popped out from behind a wall, his whiskers dripping with broth. Granny gave him an irritated look, causing the weasel to laugh.
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