Furnatche’s butt wiggles with excitement as the baby dragon watches hands and feet move around him. He listens to the sounds of the video game, jumping with excitement when Dylan, his favorite human, wins. The baby dragon’s tail stops moving, he raises his head and sniffs. Turning and leaving Dobby's room, AKA The Gamers Den, Furnatche puts his nose to the floor after he enters the hallway, he raises his head and sneezes.
“It's not that bad.” House says.
Furnatche lowers his head, sniffs and sneezes again.
“Everyone's a critic.” She continues, releasing a long suffering sigh. “I've been busy.”
Furnatche looks at the ceiling.
“Fine.”
The floor beneath the baby dragon’s feet glows momentarily lighting the hallway before diminishing completely. Furnatche lowers his head to the floor and sniffs, continuing his search for the source of the interesting smell.
“Better?” House asks.
The baby dragon relaxes his posture allowing his tail to swish back and forth as he works.
“I'll take that as a ‘yes.’ You're welcome.”
Furnatche stops at the end of the hall. He turns his head in the direction of the door to Writer Lady's bedroom then back towards a door he never smelled before. The dragon's nose sparkles briefly as he releases the tendrils that stay tucked away around the edge of it. His boy Dylan calls them Super Smellers because the little bean shaped sensors open and close as they taste the air. Furnatche sniffs at the pink, blue, green, purple, and yellow door that glitters with magic. It glows momentarily as giggling is heard from the other side. As the glowing fades the door disappears and is replaced by a wall.
Furnatche turns in the direction of Writer Lady’s room and sniffs. The baby dragon puts his head to the door as he pushes on it and walks inside. Furnatche waits as Writer Lady shifts on the bed at the sound of the door moving and settles back down under the covers. He continues his search around the room. The baby dragon weaves his way around the dresser, nightstands, and bookshelves. He searches under her bed entering from one side and emerging on the other. Furnatche wanders into the closet taking several minutes to have a thorough sniff. He returns to his inspection of the bedroom itself stopping for a moment to sit in the room’s center. Furnatche and his super smeller nose keep sniffing, searching for a particular scent. After several moments, he sneezes.
“Hello Furnatche.” Writer Lady says. She rolls onto her stomach to observe him from underneath her warm and cozy spot. “Hello.” She repeats. “Whatcha doin’ Sweetie?”
The baby dragon looks at Writer Lady and steps forward to greet her, sniffing her hand as she rubs his head. He releases one contented rumbling sound, then returns to his search as she drifts back to sleep.
Furnatche wanders into a dark empty corner of the room and sniffs. The tendrils disappear into his nose. He rubs his head against the floor. The baby dragon has found the source of the scent he was searching for or where it likes to linger at least. He curls up in the corner of the room and falls asleep. As the room goes silent a face appears on the wall above his head. It watches for a moment, giggles softly then disappears.
Writer Lady opens one eye moments before her space is invaded. There’s no mistaking the sound of the combat boots thumping up the hall or who’s wearing them. She waits until the thumping stops at the end of her bed before speaking. “What do you want?”
“From you? Nothing. I'm lookin' for that thing.” He says.
“What thing?”
“The lil’ guy.”
“Which lil’ guy?” She asks.
“The new one.”
“There's a new one?” Writer Lady sits up in bed and turns on a lamp. “What does he look like?”
“One of those bright colored things on TV with the antennas on their heads and a funny square on their stomachs.”
“You saw a Teletubby? In this house?”
“It's not the same color but it's short like one, has this annoying giggle and really pointy ears.” Tinkletoes says as he looks under Writer Lady's bed then begins tossing things from her closet as he continues his search. “It popped into my quarters as I was finishing up an inventory check rambling something I couldn't understand. When I asked how it got past my security locks it started giggling and ran off. I can't catch it.” Tinkletoes turns and looks at her. “Would you mind?”
“Mind what?”
“The perimeter has been breached. The Invader must be captured and interrogated so security measures can be upgraded. So this doesn't happen again.”
Writer Lady rolls her eyes. “This house is enchanted and a portion of it is a gateway to Faerie. Did you stop to consider the possibility that whoever is in this house is not of our world? That House let him or her in voluntarily?”
“I don't care what's in here, it doesn't belong here. I'm catchin’ the damn thing.”