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Hop Littlethorn awoke to the smallest beam of sunlight peeking through the corner of his window past his curtain. His home was his workplace, the 6 Dragon Cafe, and as he stirred, so too did a few of the little dragons he shared this residence with. Periwinkle, his little blue dragon roughly the size of a cat, always slept with him regardless of the circumstances. Sometimes his little white, Chamomile, would sleep with him as well, although she was prone to cuddling up with some of the other little dragons as well. Shadow, the small black, would always sleep alone, to the point of moving in the middle of the night if Chamomile tried to get close. Jade and Scarlet, the green and red, always slept together in a small basket Hop used to use for making bread, for which he'd had to purchase a new basket. Finally, his little gold Archimedes always slept on a small pile of coins in the corner of bedroom, a hoard which he guarded as jealously as a dragon one-thousand times his size.
Hop himself must have seemed peculiarly ordinary in terms of appearance compared to the small colony of dragons he was fostering. He put his clothes on in a quite normal way, and pulled up his stockings like anyone else might. Once he was finished, he was ready--dressed in the garb of a waiter, with a rather dandy appearance and a small apron to complete the look. He briefly combed his hair before finally heading down and preparing the kitchen, eating some bread when he had a moment. Finally, it was opening time for the little cafe, and by now each of the dragons had assumed their stations. Chamomile had already warmed the coffee and tea, Shadow and Jade had both thoroughly cleaned the dining area (they did this last night at closing, too, but you know dragons need things to be extra tidy), and Archimedes was characteristically guarding and counting the previous week's earnings; Hop thought about buying Archie some spectacles to complete the look. Scarlet was already making bread and had her ingredients to make some of the other foodstuffs of the diner, and Periwinkle kept close to Hop, as he always did.
It was an auspicious morning. Well, it at least seemed that way. Hop always had to be optimistic in this job, because even a higher-class cafe such as his was always at risk of going out of business. Things were fine for now, but they were just fine, and at this point Hop began to feel that it may have even been a rut of sorts. Despite this, he went to the front door, turned the "closed" sign to "open," and waited at the little counter of the little diner, ready to help any and all who came through the doors of the 6 Dragon Cafe.
Lyra Rosewood
Hop himself must have seemed peculiarly ordinary in terms of appearance compared to the small colony of dragons he was fostering. He put his clothes on in a quite normal way, and pulled up his stockings like anyone else might. Once he was finished, he was ready--dressed in the garb of a waiter, with a rather dandy appearance and a small apron to complete the look. He briefly combed his hair before finally heading down and preparing the kitchen, eating some bread when he had a moment. Finally, it was opening time for the little cafe, and by now each of the dragons had assumed their stations. Chamomile had already warmed the coffee and tea, Shadow and Jade had both thoroughly cleaned the dining area (they did this last night at closing, too, but you know dragons need things to be extra tidy), and Archimedes was characteristically guarding and counting the previous week's earnings; Hop thought about buying Archie some spectacles to complete the look. Scarlet was already making bread and had her ingredients to make some of the other foodstuffs of the diner, and Periwinkle kept close to Hop, as he always did.
It was an auspicious morning. Well, it at least seemed that way. Hop always had to be optimistic in this job, because even a higher-class cafe such as his was always at risk of going out of business. Things were fine for now, but they were just fine, and at this point Hop began to feel that it may have even been a rut of sorts. Despite this, he went to the front door, turned the "closed" sign to "open," and waited at the little counter of the little diner, ready to help any and all who came through the doors of the 6 Dragon Cafe.
Lyra Rosewood