Late at night, in the guest room of Audrey Manor.
Dorothy, having just bathed, changed into her beloved dragon onesie, then leapt high and landed heavily on the soft bed, enjoying the embrace of the mattress and the high-quality Angel's Velvet quilt.
Buster and Fafnir, who were already lying on the bed, were bounced high by their master's sudden movement.
Little Black Cat seemed calm about this; the cat's good balance allowed her to gracefully adjust her body and land gently, even taking the time to observe her silly little sister.
The young Juvenile Dragon, although capable of flight, was a bit timid and became flustered when startled. Moreover, unlike ordinary dragon-types that fly by flapping their wings, she had a jet structure, causing her to flap her wings uselessly in panic. Finally, remembering she was a jet-propelled dragon, she released a bit too much dragon fire in her haste and turned into a red streak heading straight for the ceiling.
