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The few times that Kang had gone to the Sensoriums and imagined up bits of home, he'd been careful to limit the appearances of anyone he was particularly close to. So far, only Granak and Riel had shown up; the only people he'd expressly banned were his mate and hatchlings. He'd felt that it would be too uncomfortable, too... depressing, seeing them. Nothing could compare to the real thing, after all.

He was in a strange mood that day, though, feeling more homesick than usual. So, after a bit of an internal struggle, he'd made his way to the Sensoriums and recreated a sizable portion of Teyr. He knew the doors didn't lock, and he wanted to lessen the chances of anyone showing up. Throwing a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one else was there, he left the busy main road and turned down a side street, taking the back way to his own home. The many draconians going about their daily lives would help obscure things, too.

Even though he'd already made the decision, the bozak still hesitated at the door before taking a deep breath and opening it. Almost immediately, four hatchlings, scales shining a bright, metallic bronze, horns no more than nubs on the sides of their heads, and stubby little wings buzzing excitedly, swarmed towards him. Their mother followed much more calmly, her own scales not much darker, "It's about time you came home."

Kang felt himself relax almost immediately, allowing himself to indulge in the fantasy as his children attached themselves to his legs and tail. It couldn't hurt to do it just for a while, right?

"I can't stay for long. You know that." They spoke in Nerakese, Stacy's systems unable to completely hide the harsh sounds of the actual words in the background of the translation.

Fonrar knelt down and picked up one of the children, wings rustling slightly. "Yes, I do. It's okay."

He couldn't help a glance around, soaking in the familiarity. His home was (obviously) very medieval in design, sizable, and the furniture was well-crafted, made of wood and stone. There was a shelf above a simple brick fireplace built into one wall with a few carved wooden figurines on it; a small bookcase nearby held a handful of leather-bound books and scrolls. The doorway to a side room was open, and a very large bed covered with furs was visible, as well as a smaller one built much like a nest.

He smiled, and carefully moved to the furs in the middle of the main room, sitting down. The remaining three younglings crawled up on him, competing for the much-desired spot on his shoulders; they loved being up high. The fourth squeaked, reaching arms out towards him and struggling in her mother's arms. Shaking her head, Fonrar sat down next to him and let her join her siblings, "Rough day?"

"No more rough than usual," Kang shrugged and grinned, mindful of Brevo on his shoulders. One of the females yanked on his tail, pulling him down, and claimed his spot with a triumphant hiss. Growling, the little male returned the favor, and the pair ended up brawling, only to be pulled apart moments later by their parents. "Yana, Brevo, no."

"I don't think those two will ever manage to get along for more than ten minutes," Fonrar sighed, watching as the other male took the desired spot. Kali made a disappointed sound, but contented herself with staying in Kang's lap. "At least they don't all get into petty fights at the drop of a silver."

Laughing, Kang leaned over and brushed his chin against the top of his mate's snout, "I'm sure it's just a phase. They're only a month old, after all."

A snort. "I bet you said that about Hanra and Shanra, and they still bicker all the damn time as adults. I don't know how Slith can stand it."

"...point. Let's hope it's just a phase, then."

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He followed closely behind her. How to answer that question...? If this was anything like the Xenotime he'd constructed, Thesik might not know they were aboard Stacy. "Um, I..." Seriously, how should he answer? "We met, um, a few months ago..."

"Are you from Robann? He made a visit to Robann a few months back, to talk with Lady Hana," Thesik smiled.

"Um, yes! We met then," he said, hoping that wouldn't wind up turning out badly for him. He felt bad lying, even to someone who didn't really exist, but the alternative...

He kept his head down, glancing from side to side occasionally as they walked. No other humans... being in a place like this was strange. And what if he really was intruding on something private? Maybe he should just leave.

And then, they were there. "That's strange. The door's open," Thesik remarked, peering inside. "They usually keep it closed to keep the hatchlings from escaping. Kang, Fon?"

There was a squeal, and then four baby draconians swarmed around the aurak as she laughed. "Kang, there's someone here to see you. He says his name's Fletcher."

"...a human boy?" Kang poked his head out, surprised to see Fletcher. "Ah, hey. Come in."

"Hatchlings?" Oh, Kang had once mentioned that he had...

Fletcher jumped and stepped backward when the baby draconians came outside. They were small, but so was he, and it was so sudden...

He looked up at Kang when he looked outside, and smiled, making his way inside. "Um-- yes, sir. Sorry for just--showing up all of a sudden..."

Thesik pried the hatchlings off, "I'll come back later. I was going to pick up the girls from Artis."

Another bozak, this one several inches shorter than Kang and a shinier bronze, though not as shiny as the hatchlings, smiled, "See you, Thes. And who is this?" Fletcher being a child meant that she was less wary about him being near said hatchlings.

Kang picked one of them up and ushered the others inside, closing the door behind him, "He's a friend of mine. It's alright, Fletcher; I was just... indulging a bit. I didn't expect anyone to find me."

Fletcher had walked in on something private, then. Even if Kang said it was okay... It had definitely been embarrassing when Alphonse had walked in on Fletcher doing the same thing. "Um, sorry," he said again. "Is this--your family? It's nice to meet you all."

Fonrar knelt down and held out her hand, "I'm Fonrar. It's nice to meet you, too."

"Really, it's fine," Kang assured the kid. "Come sit down."

Gingerly, he took Fonrar's hand and shook it. Then he followed Kang's lead and found a place to sit down.

"It's really nice here..." Somehow he'd been expecting something more... dragony. Caves, maybe, not houses. "Oh, um-- how old are your children?"

Smiling, she took a seat on the furs on the floor, curling her tail around her legs, "Thank you."

Kang sat down as well, settling the hatchling into his lap. The other three moved towards Fletcher curiously. "They're a month old. They're... not used to humans or other races yet."

Huh. They looked a bit older. Not like Fletcher could really judge, though... "They're really cute." Was that appropriate to say? He hoped so. He smiled at them.

"Don't let that fool you. They'll get into everything, given the chance," Kang said dryly, grinning as they then attempted to climb into Fletcher's lap. "They don't know the meaning of personal space yet, either."