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More background. Drem comes in. Poor Fros needs some aspirin.
Also, sorry if it's confusing, but they are in what can be considered anthro forms, although the average human citizen would probably see them as fully "human". Something about the human mind only being able to accept what it expects to see, or something. They do have fully human forms, but rarely use them. Frosne's fully dragon form in the thumbnail is rare for her to use these days as well.




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Frosne’s job at the dance studio wasn’t a glamorous one, but it helped to make her living conditions comfortable. Having come into her adulthood in the early 1400’s, she had accumulated much in what humans would term wealth, but preferred to save it for the proverbial rainy day. A Dragon never really stops hoarding, after all, no matter how comfortable their living means in the human world may be. It’s an instinct. See something you like, acquire it, keep it safe. Fros herself still had much of the bounty she had pilfered during the seventeen and eighteen hundreds, when pirating meant something far more onerous than clicking the download button on a website. She just didn’t like to use any of it unless she was going through one of her hermit phases, when she didn’t actively look to keep busy with a mortal job.

Anyway, Frosne’s job at the dance studio wasn’t a particularly difficult one. The owner had wanted aid with some of the elder students, having more patience for the little ones than teenagers and adults. Fros understood this, and after showing what she knew (mostly ballroom, belly dancing, and interpretive), the owner deemed her fit to teach several evening and afternoon classes. Since the owner had concerns about leaving anyone to teach alone, especially the 7 to 9 p.m. classes, Fros was rather put out to discover she had an assistant (Fros couldn’t quite see the creature as a partner) in a quite hyperactive Phoenix called Dremagyn, or as the fire-bird chose to be called, Drem (rhymed with “them”). They mostly got along during classes, trying to show a united front for the students. It was when they weren’t teaching that Fros found herself fighting an itch to smack the bird brain unconscious.

“Oh come ooooooooonnnnnnnnn, scaley taily, why not?” Drem was currently on about something, whining. Oh. Right. She’d asked Fros about attending some Otherkyn mixer, and the answer had been an instant no.


“I’m really not a grouping sort of lizard, flame tits.” Fros kept her tone dry, but the nickname got the desired hybrid laugh/squawk of outrage she had wanted.

“Yeah, okay, I get that. Really. You Dragons are one of the most territorial creatures I’ve ever met, outside of canine Shifters and Fae. Big groups raise the rage level. Check. But it’s not going to be more than thirty people,” Fros could almost taste that lie even as Drem continued to speak, “and you don’t have to stay past one drink!” Cue the pretty, big eyes, with the shifting molten flame colors. Fros rubbed her own blood on lilac ice-colored oculars with a thumb and forefinger.

“No means no. Why are you being so damn pushy about this one mixer party thing, anyway?” Fros glared at the younger Otherkyn. It was late. They had just finished the last class of the evening. Fros wanted to go back to her lair. Was that such a hard thing to ask?

Drem seemed to actually think hard before answering this time. “Because you’re lonely and you don’t have to be.”

Well shit. The chickens’ distant cousin had depth and brain after all.

“Me going to a mixer won’t fix that, Drem.” She laid a light hand on the other female’s shoulder for a quick squeeze. She appreciated what the Phoenix was trying to do. Really. But there were some things that couldn’t be healed with the flash and noise and glitter that often accompanied the get-togethers Drem orchestrated. Frosne’s heartache for a family was one of them. “Besides, I’ve a feeling you’ll be inviting a certain annoying Koala-Shifter, and you and I both know that will only lead to disaster with me there.” Fros quipped, trying to lighten the suddenly depressed looking Phoenix’s mood. It worked, as they both shuddered and fought a giggle over the last time someone had been stupid enough to leave the Draca female alone with the overly friendly marsupial male. Dumbass had tried to climb and then bite her like one of his eucalyptus trees. To say it had not ended well is a rather drastic understatement.

Then memory kicked in and made Frosne groan. “I also have to go to the Elderly Council for a stupid summons.”

Drem winced in sympathy and said no more.
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