The following morning Lydia was woken by the smell of sizzling bacon and the sound of a swishing whisk. Still half asleep, the young Lady of house Lionette followed her nose. It pulled her from the warm comfort of her queen sized bed, which made her feel like a real adult for the first time, and stumbled into the open living space of the apartment.
She was greeted with the sight of Harmon, wearing a plain white tank and pair of loose sweatpants, rolling the thinnest pancake she’d ever seen. Dia shook her head, then patted at her cheeks as if checking to make sure she was actually awake, before approaching the long island where Harmon was working whatever magic he was currently making.
The young drow paused, flashing Lydia a brief smile, before chuckling softly as he lined up what looked
