There was a house in this strange region of Estinea, where the rocks float, and the land constantly is shifting. There was one large floating island in the air, which that house sat upon.

Dragonia: Currently, she's once more sitting on that stone outside her house's front, reading a book to herself in silence. Her tail idly swishing behind her per usual. A cup of coffee lays beside her. She's humming to herself. "Mmm-hmmm."