Time passed and we were almost the only guests when he asked me if I did not want to come home to finish the evening because he lived right next door.... accepted and we ended up at his place, in a pretty little apartment.He told me to sit on the couch (white leather), served me a drink and apologized because he wanted to make himself comfortable.Shortly after, he came back, only wearing a bathrobe as white as the couch and sat next to me and we continued chatting.During the discussion, his robe. “D’you remember the exodus incident?”Enaria laughed.“Of course that was when someone let off a mass summoning bomb in the Kv’drecka warrens and ‘ported the whole lot of them to Dura2. What was that nine, ten thousand years ago?” Enaria’s eyes widened. “Was that you Eskia?”“Yeah, well me and a few friends. They had pissed us off by setting Ellian up and leaving her to take the rap when their smuggling gig was busted.”Eskia shrugged her shoulders and flapped her wings in amusement.“It took most. He could see it was love at first bite.He also told me that he would not breed the dog again and when his dog passed away he would send me all of the trophies that the dog and previous ancestors had won provided I did the same in due course if I bred Sherlock.Suffice it to say I have had wonderful years with Sherlock and all of the awards and trophies now adorn my home.One curious thing though.I have never had a hangover since having Sherlock.Provided he licks my face before I go to sleep it. It was the middle of summer, so the resort was packed. Throngs of people were everywhere. But we randomly encountered family members…aunts, uncles, and cousins whom I hadn’t seen since I was a child or had never bet before…and there were hugs, laughter, and lots of catching up with my parents. I smiled, and tried to act interested. These people were, after all, my family.At one point, after my parents and I had wandered onto the campgrounds, we found ourselves talking with my Uncle Bruce,.