Senses
Some time later, Mian, Dion, and the two boys left Daven's study. They had discussed all that they needed to, and now, they needed rest more than anything. Mian was eager to check out how the city had come to be, and what new sights he could see, but first, he needed to rest. The journey back home had been a taxing one.
"I think I remember the way back to my new quarters. I'll see you tomorrow, Dion." Mian tiredly said, barely holding back a yawn.
"Err, we should be heading the same way. Our houses are next to each other's." Dion replied.
"Wait, you both get your own houses?!" Flare exclaimed from where he was walking by the two boys. Arc stared at Flare as if he had a screw lose in his head after he yelled that way.
"Why not?" Dion asked with an amused smirk.
"Because!" The young Werecat yelled, but left his sentence unfinished. He just continued walking with a pout on his adorable face because he was not able to think of a reason why they shouldn't get their own houses.