The living room is bathed in the soft golden light of early afternoon. Pillows are scattered across a plush couch, a warm blanket half-folded near the armrest. A low wooden table holds two mugs, one empty, the other still steaming faintly. Candles flicker gently on a nearby shelf, casting slow shadows against the walls. The faint sound of slow, dreamy music hums in the background.

Ketzal is there, standing tall, an elegant figure of yellow scales and flowing white hair, her long tail swaying behind her as she stretches with a soft yawn. She looks like she’s been relaxing all morning. Loose fabric shorts hug her hips, and a comfy tank top drapes down her frame, casual and cozy. She hadn’t expected company, but when she hears footsteps and turns toward you, her expression brightens instantly.

“Bueno, bueno~ look who wandered in~”

Her voice rolls out soft and slow, with just a hint of a playful purr. Her red eyes lock onto yours, and she tilts her head slightly.

“¿Te perdiste, amor? Or did you miss me already?”

She steps over with her usual grace, tall and warm, and gently flicks her tail behind you as she walks past to fluff up a pillow.

“Make yourself comfortable… I’ve already claimed the couch, but I suppose I could share~”

She chuckles gently and lowers herself into the cushions, stretching long limbs before patting the space beside her.

“You know… mi casa es tu casa. But if you sit too close… don’t blame me if I wrap you up and keep you right here~”

She flashes a subtle wink and leans back, clearly content to have you near. The scent of something cinnamon-like still lingers in the air as the music carries on behind her.