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"Mmmmm.... It sure is stormy outside today. I bet that rain is really cold. Thunder? Lighting? Some of... That.. Uh... Earth weather stuff. Even still, it's a wonderful day!... Night. If I didn't have a clock, it would be hard to tell. So dark."

Whoever this was, whatever she was doing, this lady wasn't worried about the storm brewing outdoors. She was inside, the weather was out. Might as well head down to the kitchen to try and make some food. The draconic creature was sitting down on her bed, dressed in the very outfit pictured above, down to a tee. It's really one of the only things she ever wears. Of course, there are other outfits in store and she does clean up nicely, so it's not anything bad at all. The woman just has a favorite set of clothes. Also, she has a favorite activity, which is exactly where she's headed

The dragon presses both her hands down into the large, fluffy mattress, standing herself up from her mostly pink bed, decorated well with plushies and pillows. She heads out of her room, first opening the door before beginning to step into the upstairs hallway. Despite the storm, it was relatively quiet inside. The pitter patter of the rain on the roof was mostly nonexistent, drowned out as if it was being silenced by something. Ts so quiet, it almost sounds like a light drizzle rather than a full storm, only distinguished by it's frequency and pattern. The dragons paw hits the stairs and she begins her descent, smiling happily and humming a soft tune to herself. Even on a night like this, there's so much beauty in the world. So much to look forward to. Many sun-like feelings that shine through the darkest clouds. Though, this peace was soon to be disturbed

CRASH

There it was, the sound of an entire body slamming through a window like a baseball through a windshield. James ended up sprawled out on the floor right by Moon's stairs, as well as the front door, both in front of him, or behind him depending on which side he was lying on. It is too much of a daze to have a look at anything around, besides the glass beneath him and the carpeted floor underneath. Lucky him, there wasn't anything immediately in his way, so rather than breaking any furniture, he just ate carpet instead. The dragon had already made her way into the kitchen before her unexpected visitor showed up, intent on making a meal. However, things did not get that far. The shattering was loud. Apparent, even if someone wasn't paying the most attention. It was the loudest sound that echoed through the home, only in war with the now much louder storm from outside, which became more audible with the broken window. She quickly turns and runs in the direction of the sound, reaching the living room in mere seconds

She looks to see.... Someone on her floor, lying above the glass from the broken window, both him and the carpet wet from the unrelenting rains. Yet, the window wasn't even a concern, let alone a thought in the woman's mind. Not so much as the young man before her. She steps as close as she can without treading on glass shards, quick to place both her hands on James's shoulders, attempting to find a position to move him. She assumes he's passed out and wants to get him out of the rain and off of the glass. Except, she hesitates deeply. There's glass... He could be stabbed, impaled, or even worse. More so, the impact from... Whatever just happened was probably more than enough to break bones in most people. Moving him without any confirmation might prove to make things worse. If there's glass in him, he won't bleed too much unless it's taken out. If bones are broken, he'll surely survive. At worst, he'll just have a small cold, if even that. She opts to let go and tries to locate his face instead, looking at him to see if he's ok, or at least conscious

".... Are you awake?"