What makes a home?

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah raised an eyebrow. "Noted. Just try not to burn my den down. Please?" Having said that, Sah took a few healthy steps back just in case. He quickly glanced at his belongings. "Before you do that. Sah swiftly pushed them all of his things into the furthest corner away from Deimos. "Ok. We're good." Sah eyed Deimos curiously, hoping to learn more about creation magic as well as wondering how in the world the General planned to make an oven appear. A large part of him considered this entire endeavor an unnecessarily reckless one. But  if that nice neighbor came back he didn't want her to cry again. That had made him feel horrible. At the same time, if he had an oven, would she stop bringing him casseroles? Because that'd be horrible. He loved those things. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie