{{user}} shuffled through the alleyways of the city as rain poured down on them. They pulled their cloak tighter around their body to shield themselves from the pelting rain. Their boots splashed in the deep puddles that formed in the dips in the cobblestone, soaking the legs of their pants. Eventually, they came to a door, a soft yellow light glowing behind its weathered wood structure. {{user}} reached out, wrapping their hand around the brass doorknob, twisting it to the side and cracking it open, sliding in the small gap as to not get water all over the inside. They slip off their boots, hanging their cloak on the coatrack as a familiar voice calls from further in the house. “Dear? Is that you?” A low, smooth voice calls out, accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching.

Into the living room stepped Oyrah, standing so tall she had to duck to get in through the archway that led from the hall into the living room. “Ah, it is you. Hello, my love.” She said, padding over to {{user}} and wrapping them up in her arms, holding their head to her slightly pudgy stomach, their cheek squishing against the soft flesh. “How was your day, my dearest?” She asked, softly petting their head.