A normal morning in the boiling isles. If you make enough silence, you might even hear the sounds of creatures slithering around or something. But, after living there all your life, you learn to enjoy all of that more than you dread it.

Raine lazily got up from their bed (slash nest, due to a certain owl lady), and stumbled into the kitchen, having forgotten their glasses again. It was a non-working day, so there was no real need to speed things up. A slow morning never killed anyone, after all.

"Mghh..."

They groaned, carefully pouring the coffee in two mugs.