Cath

Owen was cut off by a pillow slamming into his head. Whipping around he saw his mate, glaring at him.

"Ow! Cath, why-"

"Because I was asleep, and you were belting music at the top of your lungs!"

The young wildclaw ducked his head. "Shoot. Sorry babe. I'm just on my way out."

Cath smiled and hugged her mate, wishing that their time off would overlap more often. As he ran out the door, Owen kissed his mate on the forehead, leaving the pearlcatcher alone in the doorway.

"I love you, you nutcase."



Owen sung quietly as he unlocked the door to the theatre, looking forward to the day ahead. They were meeting about their next show, as well as working on that week's royal performance. On top of all that, they were prepping to hold the auditions for the upcoming musical. All in all, a busy day.

"Hey there, you're early."

Owen laughed as he greeted his business partner. "No, Cello, you're just late. Come on, we've got a lot to do."



Taking a deep breath, Cath sat down at her morning meeting. Chrisha and Cumulus were already there, despite a tiny fae hatchling clinging to Cumulus' left wing. As soon as Cath was about to speak, she was cut off by a miniature bogsneak waddling in.

"'Scuse me, Miss Cath, can you c'mere?"

Cath nodded, biting back a smile at the adorable hatchling. "What is it, Devon?"

"I was just wonderin', what's the lessons on this week?"

"That's what I was just discussing with Miss Chrisha and Miss Cumulus, sweetheart."

"Oh. 'ight."

"Alright, Devon. The word is alright."

"That's what I said!" The little hatchling puffed up his chest and tottered away, leaving Cath shaking her head.

Chrisha grinned. "He is so precious."

"Oh, absolutely. Now if I could only figure out how to make him pay attention in school classes..."

"Maybe you could start by having Owen turn a class into a musical? That would get their attention." Cumulus was smiling as she rocked the little fae to sleep.

"Right. Well, we need to get on with this meeting. I do still have classes to teach."

As the meeting progressed, Cath began to relax. After all, she loved her job. Despite the difficulties it presented, she was playing a hand in shaping the next dragons in the clan.



As Cath stepped through the door, an amazing smell hit her nose.

"Oh, hey babe!" Owen hugged his mate, then pulled out her chair for her. "I made dinner!" He was beaming. "How was your day?"

"Difficult. I love those hatchlings, but..."

"Most of them are like me? Totally jumpy, insane, and never ever sit still even for three seconds?"

A giggle, and his mate nodded. "Pretty much, actually. Thanks for making dinner. I'm wiped."

"Like I would ever eat anything you cooked."

"Excuse me?"

"Deities....did I just say that out loud?"

Cath's eyes sparkled as she answered. "Yes. And I agree. You are by far the better cook."



"Night, babe." Owen gently kissed his mate as he got ready for bed, softly humming.

"Goodnight, my love."

The couple crawled into bed and cuddled up together.

"I love you."

"I love you too."