and I don't wanna let them down

the bastion

Maea's fingers hardly would have left the door before she'd hear the sound of something crashing inside followed by a colourful string of curses in a foreign language. There was a hiss, a chirp, something that was clearly a threat judging by the tone if not the words, followed by a few seconds of silence. When Remi opened the door his curls were drizzled in dirt and water, and somewhere behind him inside the Houseboat a pale dragon and a spriggan were trying to slink off as quietly as they could. "Maea, hey." Smiling, just as he was in the process of stepping aside to let her in, his head cocked at a rather avian angle before he called angrily over his shoulder: "Non pensarci nemmeno. I mean it you two!"

With an apologetic sigh, the Bastion moved inside welcoming the ancient in with a sweep of his arm. The interior of the Houseboat was utterly charming in its own way, with her first floor boasting large windows, a kitchenette, a comfortable seating area with a comfortable couch with a few blankets and pillows and a door presumably leading to a bathroom. The upstairs was accessible via a ladder. On the table was a bottle of gin, another of wine, and some snacks.

On the kitchen floor, a potted plant had shattered (or perhaps been shattered based on Remi's earlier tone), which he moved to begin cleaning up. "Sorry, Sugar and Oria go a little stir crazy when it rains and sometimes forget that not everything has wings the way they do."

I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!