For breakfast the next day, he gave me something I neither knew nor likes. It was cold and I forced it down my throat, feeling as if I was forcing down rocks.
After living in the Dragon Mountains for over a decade, the biting weather no longer surprised me. I learnt to weather the weather but not in this place. I dressed in the warmest, most comfortable fur he had lying around and he never once reprimanded me for using his things without first checking with him.
It appeared he did not care about the things in the house but I knew it could not be so. He cared about this shanty thing he called a building. Why else would he refuse to evacuate it despite its looming collapse? He was attached to the death trap but not its content.
I wondered what time I would understand even the minutest w
