Drake House
This house was both very ‘outside’ and his. There was no kindred here; no mysticism or magic. A void
He had already commissioned his daughter to design a name plaque for the house, agreeing to her whimsy of a colourful mallard drake rather than a dragon. It amused him to create an illusion. A conceit. Almost a disassociation from all that existed in and around Thie Dragan.