Description practice. Non-canon - Yugo's growing up like normal (he's sixteen). Cuteness level - high. Contains Chibi!

The first light of dawn brought out the lithe outline of the dancing girl's back. Her long, white hair flowed down to her waist, and in several careless, ruffled lines it merged with the folds of her dress. The girl has been drawn with quick, confident quill strokes on a piece of paper, now pinned to the wall, one corner overlapping a slightly yellowed floor plan of a building, sketched with dedication, if not skill. Some rooms have been labelled, by two different hands, with remarks like "here's where we found the broken zaap", "platform - what for?" or "careful, a hole". All around other drawings were pinned, mostly of architectural details. The oldest ones betrayed lack of practice - these were partly covered by the new sketch of the caryatid.

Under this small gallery there was a bed, and on it - a tangled ball of bedclothes that seemed like it has been crumpled into a ball, the sleeper and all. A large-ish foot was poking out of this mass, dangling just over the floor and over a blue bag-like item, carelessly dropped beside the bed. It had a fluffy tassel, and, looking carefully, you might notice a similarity of sorts between it and the sketched girl's odd hair.

By the other wall of this small room there was an identical bed, with a corresponding mess of bedclothes, but above it, instead of pictures, shelves hung, filled with a collection of blue and white stones, bits of dull old glass and an uncounted number of small boxes. From the snarled quilt, though, instead of a foot, two stick-like things jutted out, forked but blunt. Underneath the bed a shoulder bag was lying, a thick roll of papers poking out from under its flap, strap twisted around the roll.

Exactly mid-way between the beds there was a wooden door, above which, on a small perch, a small yellow pom-pom of a tofu was snoring softly.

The door opened with a barely audible whine. Tiny feet patted on the floor.

"Yay!"

The bed coils moaned out loud under the child's feet, and a squeal accompanied them, muffled by several layers of fabric and fluff.

"Birthday! Yay!" The child in brown clothes made several more jumps before the owner of the bed managed to free his hands and catch him.

"Chibi!" he said, sitting the boy down by the wall.

"Birthday! the boy repeated, proudly. His older brother ruffled his white fringe, then set Chibi's hat straight. It was a brown hat, hanging down to his waist and with a fluffy tassel at the end.

"Yup, you're four years old" he admitted. "Can I get dressed?"

Beaming, the boy dropped onto his stomach and reached with both his hands over the edge of the bed to fish out the blue hat, which he then placed flat on his brother's head.

"Hey, thank you."

He shook the hat straight before putting it on his wheat-blonde hair the way it was intended, then looked at the other bed.

"Adamai's still asleep?"

Chibi nodded quickly, bringing a sly little smile to his brother's lips.

"At this hour? On an important day like this?"

Before he finally disentangled his legs from the quilt, Chibi was already jumping on the other one. Unlike most quilts, this one grunted, jerked and caught the child in a patchwork embrace.

"Enutrof's drawers" it grumbled. "Chibi!"

The boy laughed out loud, delighted.

"Come on, Ad. Don't teach him such words." The older boy laughed.

"You set him on me, Yugo" with a toss, Adamai's head emerged from underneath the snarled quilt. White scales glimmered in the morning sunlight. Huge, blue-rimmed eyes squinted.

Yugo got out of bed. He stretched. Underneath his nightgown you could see the outline of strong, broad shoulders, of muscles trained in many climbs. He walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and started rummaging in it.

Adamai, who hasn't yet came to the age when dragons become graceful, pushed Chibi aside on the soft bed before tumbling over to the floor, half of the bedclothes following. Chibi clapped his hands.

"Yay!"

"Teach a kid a new word" Adamai grumbled, unwrapping his tail. The boy reached to tap his shoulder, and the dragon rolled his eyes. He crouched down.

"Come on."

"Wee!" Chibi jumped on his back with an enthusiasm that made the dragon sway a little.

"Ugh, you're heavy!"

The tunic Yugo was pulling over his head muffled the giggle, somewhat.

"Dad's been feeding him for four years now" he said. "No wonder he's growing."

Adamai adjusted the load on his back with a gentle shake, which got a peal of laughter out of the boy.

"Wait a moment. Where's the other squirt?"

"Enutrof's drawers!" Alibert's bass rumbled on the other side of the hall, making Az shake and fly off his perch. Yugo and Adamai looked at each other and burst out laughing.