XXXI
On her way home from Magic Hope University, Miri stopped in her apartment to change and pick up some books about dragon psychology. It was nice to be back home if even for a little while, and she exhaled with a smile the moment the air-conditioned breeze cooled her.
Her gray cat met her at the door and brushed up against her leg. She bent down and scratched it under the chin. “I guess I’ve been away for a while, haven’t I?”
She pointed to the kitchen. “Earl, I’m going to change. Would you mind refreshing his food?”
“Not at all, Miss.”
“Third cabinet on the left, over the stove.”
Miri kicked off her flats and hopped toward her bed, which was sectioned off by a large divider made from rice paper. She opened her closet as she heard a scooping sound coming from the kitchen, then a b
