The structure is just so. . .strange to Oren that he just stares at it blankly. It obviously wasn't natural, that's the first definite thought he has about it that he can definitely say. He walks up to it, slowly, to make sure it wasn't some sort of bizarre other-dragon or something.<br/><br/>Janet Harding sat inside, in the dark and the silence. The Harding house had never been so quiet before. Pa was always good about keeping at least the generator running when there was a black-out but Pa wasn't here anymore. The elder Hardings had died in a car wreck last winter, leaving just Janet and Stephenie alone in the world.<br/><br/>It wasn't all bad news of course, Janet had just finished a BA in Finance which was enough to get a decent job in town at the Mayor's office. Ma and Pa also had left behind enough money to finish paying off the little house, even some to send Stephanie to College if she get a scholarship or two. Right now Steph was enjoying her prom in town, there really shouldn't of been anything to worry about.<br/><br/>Except this was more then just a black-out. Not even the town lights that normally could be seen out the windows were visible. There was absolutely no power for miles around as far as Janet could tell. Janet, not Jane. She had to grow up a bit to sound professional. And speaking of professional she should have been going outside to kick on the generator but she didn't feel safe going out there without one of Pa's guns. Which unlocking the safe, finding the right ammo for, and loading it was proving to be trickier then she thought it would.<br/><br/>Oren figured out that it was some kind of dwelling when by chance he caught the sight of two windows lined up- revealing that it was hollow inside. The scared occupant inside hadn't tripped his senses yet- but he had the idea to approach and see if anyone was inside anyway.<br/><br/><br/>Shouts. Oren heard shouts. A woman, young but definitely an adult. It takes him a minute to find the source of the voice- a young woman leaning out a doorway he missed. Pretty, but definitely had a life harder and with more heartache then she should have had. Of course, what she was holding tipped him off as well. He had little idea what it was exactly, but he recognized the body language of someone holding some sort of ranged weapon when he saw it.<br/><br/><br/>The stranger's light source was what tipped Janet off first. It looked like a flashlight, but hanging from his neck. Alright, hands free- smart. It's when he gets closer that she starts getting worried. He was only wearing pants, and he didn't look completely human. Like something out of one of those fantasy movies about myths and monsters. Some sort of bone disease? Had to be, had to be. One of pa's shotguns is held to her shoulder as she yells her demand again.<br/><br/>"<strong>I said, put your hands where I can see them!</strong>"<br/><br/><br/>What language was the woman speaking? It wasn't rougher like a human language but beyond that he had not even the slightest idea. And her clothes didn't look like any fancy court clothes or animals skins he's ever seen.<br/><br/>"<strong>Is this your home? Your land?</strong>"<br/><br/><br/>Of course, what Janet heard was some sort of language that sounded half-sung if it made no sense. Like almost random syllables picked for their musical quality and not their ability to communicate ideas. He does however step closer, if slowly and with his hands up. Her pose tightens as she doesn't like that at all and considers shooting him.<br/><br/><br/>Oren could think of a spell that could help, but he needed to get closer- and he wasn't sure she would let him. . .