Inside the room, as Tania filled the dragon-less bathtub with bucket after bucket of water, she didn't bother to light the coal stove below and simply lay down in the water, which to an ordinary person would have felt bone-chillingly cold.
After all, she was a Silver Dragon who enjoyed the cold, unlike her brother who always complained about the water being too cool during his hot baths. Once, she had stepped in right after him and nearly gotten cooked on the spot.
While she created the commotion of bathing a Silver Dragon, she also made sounds in different pitches, imitating the voice of her father, Attilicia, as if he were chatting with her.
At the same time, her pointed ears perked up. When she heard that the 'unwelcome' visitor, a High Elf, still hadn't left, she immediately became somewhat angry and submerged herself entirely in the water, thinking sullenly:
Hmph, yet another female who overestimates herself, trying to steal Dad from Mom.
Tania must protect Dad for Mom.
