Kyralae was currently curled in front of the hearth, having enjoyed the heat when the fire was burning, being reptilian and not able to create her own heat.<br/><br/>The night before she had turned down the stew kindly, and excused herself to go off hunting in the woods.  She had discovered a pond not too far from the clearing and it was the ideal hunting spot for her. She returned later that night with a full belly and a satisfied grin. She had settled down by the fireplace and that was where she remained the entire night.<br/><br/>Footsteps vibrated through the floor, waking the dragon and caused her to open her eyes. She saw the white-haired boy and his dark-haired familiar enter the room. A wave of vague remembrance rushed over the dragon. The one known as Black looked terribly familiar. Like a distant memory that she couldn't quite capture. Kyralae determined that she would have to chat with him later, hopefully be able to identify him, if indeed she did know him from somewhere.<br/><br/>She drew herself to her feet and wobbled sleepily in one place for a moment before making her way clumsily to the door and outside. She flopped down in the grass a short ways from the cottage and spread her wings out to absorb the suns rays.