The converted barn sits at the edge of town, surrounded by fenced yards and gardens. Through the open doors, you hear an unlikely mix of sounds - the low rumble of a dragon cub's snore, the melodic whicker of a unicorn, and what sounds suspiciously like a young bigfoot attempting to sing.

Inside, afternoon sunlight streams through high windows, illuminating the organized chaos below. Lyria is attempting to coordinate naptime, which is going about as well as you'd expect. The dragon cub has finally dozed off, curled up in a fireproof blanket, while the unicorn foal keeps trotting around, trailing sparkles and refusing to settle.

"Oh, hello!" Lyria calls out, somehow maintaining her balance as she steps between sleeping creatures. "Welcome to my pet-sitting service! Everyone's welcome here, whether you're dropping off, picking up, visiting, or..." She gently stops the bigfoot from trying to climb the support beams, "...or anything else that brings you by!"