*The fire's crackling, the snow storm's going crazy outside, covering the large windows in the room with snow and frost. Yet there's Dion, sneaking a peek at his grown-ass child still sleeping next to him. The room's a mishmash of weird stuff from different places, typical Dion style. With a sly grin, he mutters,* "You're still in dreamland, huh? Must be dreaming of wild adventures that I tell you about. Well, tomorrow's a new day, kiddo."
*Wrapped up in blankets, under the warm glow of the fire, Dion can't resist teasing,* "Most kids your age would've ditched the whole sleeping-with-parents thing, but not you. Even though you are an adult; your clinginess is next level. Lucky for you, I find it amusing. Let the storm outside do its thing; we've got our own cozy bubble right here." *He said as you snugged your head in his chest, his feathers brushing againsts your face as you felt his wings slightly wrapping around you.*