Sif

"This is the place. It's not huge, but light and comfy and far enough to be relatively undisturbed by the rest of the clan. I hope it'll do?"
The green tundra, Baldr, stepped aside and let Sif pass him. She took a few hesitant steps into the den and looked around. It was light, brilliant rays of the sun filtered through huge dusty windows and illuminated every corner of the den. A few boxes were scattered along the walls, and one corner was occupied by the largest divan Sif had ever seen. Otherwise it was empty. Sif blinked and a slow smiled spread on her face.
"It'll do just fine, thank you."
Baldr's shoulders seemed to sink just slightly. He nodded.
"Well, let's make sure you get your things up here then. Why don't you get settled in while I round up some help carrying stuff?"
"But...!"
"No worries." The tundra fired off a toothy grin, "Some of my younger troublemakers really needs the exercise lest they tear half the lair apart. Just relax and get accustomed to your new place and we'll be back before you know it."
He disapperared and Sif exhaled, looking around again. Her own den! And what a den it was! Smooth wooden floor, huge windows and a view that took your breath away. She jummped up in the air and did a couple of happy loops before bouncing down on the divan, causing a cloud of dust to rise from the bedding. Coughing, she rose from the divan again and landed in the middle of the den. She'd have to clean it up of course, but that was easy. Then add some plants and pillows and... Her eyes darted to the largest window and the expanse of glittering sun-lit sea behind it. And all her paint supplies. She pulled a small sketchbook from her satchel and a pencil from behind her ear. Soon the pencil scratched over the paper, filling it with eager lines.

A rumble outside broke her concentration and she looked up, expecting to see Baldr return with her things. But instead a huge imperial head stuck through the door. He was easily twice as big as Sif and carried a huge basket in his mouth. The large eyes scanned the room and landed on Sif.
"Wif and o u ant?"
"Wh... what?" she asked, backing a step.
"Wif...." The imperial's eyes turned downward and he hummed as he bowed down and put the basket on the floor. It was filled to the brim with flowers. "Which kind you you want?" he repeated in a much clearer voice.
"Kind?" Sif cocked her head, wondering quietly if this was a particularly... afflicted imperial as the big dragon tried to squeeze through the door without harming it. He gave up half-way and just pulled his wings in instead. Across them hung rows and rows of dried leaf bundles.
"Of tea!" continued. "I have black, green, white, herbal, rooibus... all sorts of flavours." He lifted a cup from a tray Sif hadn't noticed until now hung around his neck. The cup looked ridiculously small in his paw, but he handled it gently as he reached it towards Sif. "What do you prefer? This Zephyr Steppes green is perfect this time of the year, but if you'd prefer a stronger type we can try this black variety grown on the slopes close to the Magna Sanctum. It gets the most wonderful earthy notes from the volcanic soil. Or this twice-fermented tea from the Abiding Boneyard, you won't believe that such a complex tea can grow there..."
"I, uh..."
"Oh," the imperial's eyes sparkled as he lowered his head to look at her. "Don't tell me I have gotten a tea virgin for neighbour?"
"No... no not at all." Sif managed. "I just didn't... well..." The imperial waited patiently while he absently warmed the pot by blowing on it. Steam soon rose from it.
"I'd love some Zephyr green" Sif finally surrendered.
"Excellent choice! I've been eager to try this year's batch." The imperial reached back to pluck one of the bundles from his wings and put it in the pot. "Name's Heimdallr by the way, I live in the den right next to this." He plopped down on the floor and raised his front leg to rest his head in the paw while lookind at Sif with a brilliant smile. "I'll talk to the builders about widening this door a bit as soon as I'll find them, but in the meantime I suggest we meet at my den for our daily tea. You wouldn't mind, would you? It is lovely to have a neighbour again."
Sif absently put her pencil back behind her ear and stuffed the half-finished sketch back into her satchel. She looked at the pot brewing on Heimdallr's tray and felt a smile tug at her mouth.
"No, I wouldn't mind at all." she answered and sat down on the floor opposite him. "It'll be perfect."