Sunbeam Lair a longer table, not a taller fence

Kaori was the observant sort, whether it be by nature or something taught. She took notice of the dropping of the woman’s tail, followed by an unspoken apology—confounded, she could no better determine the reasoning for it than she could come up with something to say. Had her own expression betrayed her, whilst lost in thought? Ah, she would have to remember to practise better self-awareness. No matter, she brushed it off, for now, deciding it may be best to leave the exchange as an event of the past, rather than further drag it out and cause more upset.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Bhediya,” the girl continued with instead—only to pause moments after, at the mention of home and an invitation. There was an indescribable feeling that overcame the Draconid, something she was not so sure she ever felt before; she was immediately overwhelmed by strong, defensive feelings but, whatever else lingered with it, she could neither name nor place. “You have taken this cavern?” she questioned, hoping that perhaps she may have heard incorrectly. “This cavern is my place of birth and it has always been my home. Have you sought peace with the dragons and been given their blessings prior to invading our domain?” A wolf invading the lair of a dragon—were these feelings akin to those felt by her ancestors?