Babe. I hear a growl.

Ugh. Please, go away. Come back later. I grumble.

We have to go. She growls. I look up and come face to face with a pair of these familiar, sun-bleached green eyes.

A 'good morning' would be appreciated. I growl, joking.

Good morning, by the way. Carla growls, mimicking my tone.

Haha, very funny. I growl, stretching. I just now realize that Carla's still a Night Fury. Where are we going? And why the rush? I growl.

We're going home. Carla growls.

This early? I growl, looking outside. The sun had barely risen. I growl.

I know. I wanted to go earlier, but you wouldn't wake up. Carla growls.

Why? Though. I growl.

Because we blend into the night. Carla growls.

Yeah, but they're looking for me, and they'll see you and capture you, maybe kill. I growl.

Oh, yeah. Guess you're right. Sorry for waking you up, then.Carla growls, starting to head out the door.

Carla. I growl, looking towards the door.

Yeah? Carla growls, turning her head.

You can stay, if you want. I growl.

Oh, uh. Sure, if it's okay with you. Carla growls. I wrap my wing around her. I can see a faint red blush to her black scales. I feel my scales heat up as she lays her paw on mine. Within minutes, I feel a steady rising and lowering of her breath, telling me she fell asleep. I look at the Night Fury underneath the comfort of my wing, and see a peaceful look.

Good night, Carla. I growl, smiling, knowing she probably can't hear me. After a few minutes, I rest my head on my right paw, relaxing as I feel Carla shift closer to me. I don't even realize I'm falling asleep. I come to at the sound of a door opening outside the room. Feeling a shift beneath my left wing, I'm reminded that Carla's still asleep. I can feel the warmth of her hand against my paw. Wait, hand? I lift my paw up and see a normal hand. I follow the hand to see the slim form of Carla's arm, and that's when I stop. She's back! I think to myself, then I feel my scales heat up, quickly. I carefully get up, trying not to disturb the sleeping form beside me. Reaching back with my tail, I feel for the bed, pulling a blanket over her. Walking over to the opposite side of the room, I lay my head on my paws and just lie there until I see Carla shiver a bit. Walking over, I lay down beside Carla, covering her with my wing while facing away from her. After a few minutes, the sunlight is shining through the window, making Carla stir a bit. Morning. I growl.

"Morning, Shawn," Carla says. I feel my wing get wrapped tighter around the blanket. "Okay! Wait, I'm, I'm back! And wrapped in a blanket?" Carla says.

It's okay. You came back to normal when you feel asleep under my wing, and I felt your hand against my paw, so, keeping my wing around you, I covered you with a blanket. I growl, still looking away.

"Oh," Carla says, unfurling herself from just my wing.

I'll leave, now. I growl.

"Yeah, I guess that'd be the best thing to do," Carla says. I carefully shut the door behind me. Lying down in front of the door, I see Peter come down the stairs.

"Oh, you're up already. And blushing. What happened?" Peter says, walking up to me. Walking in a room, then back out, getting my right wing through the shirt.

"Carla's back to herself," I say.

"Oh? That's not it, is it?" Peter says, giving me a look.

"Okay! Fine. We were kinda cuddling together and she fell asleep under my wing and she, kinda, came back to herself, under my wing," I say, feeling my cheeks get even warmer. I smack Peter in the back of the head with my tail as I walk away.

"What was that for!" Peter says.

"For giving me that look!" I say.

"What? You mean this look?" Peter says, giving me that same look he had from earlier. "Woah! What are you doing!" Peter says, struggling against my wings. I've got him wrapped in my wings behind my back.

"Nothing," I say, dropping him once he gave up trying to escape. "I'm just kidding," I say.

"You going to be one of those cousins, aren't ya?" Peter says, putting emphasis on the word, those.

"I guess so," I joke, smiling.

"Morning, Shawn," Jordan says.

"Morning," I say.

"Where's Carla?" Jordan asks.

"I'm here," Carla says.

"Morning," I say, hugging her.

"Should we act like that awkward moment never happened this morning?" Carla whispers.

"Yeah," I say.

"So it isn't permanent?" Cole says.

"Guess not," I say. I look down to Carla's hand as I go to grab it.

"Actually, I think she's more like me than we anticipated. It's either that, or there's something wrong with her," I say, noticing her veins have kinda darkened a bit.

"What do you mean?" Carla says.

"You know how my hair, eyes, and skin have changed color? Well, look at your veins," I say, holding up her hand.

"Oh. They-they've, darkened!" Carla says, taking a close look at her arm. I can tell she's scared, so when I go to give her a reassuring kiss, I see that her eyes are almost slits, like a dragon's eye when it's adrenaline is rushing.

"That's not all," I say, as calmly as possible.

"What do you mean?" Carla says.

"Your eyes are like slits. Green, sun-bleached, slits," I say. In hearing that, her eyes widen.

"What?" Carla says, running to the mirror."Oh my gosh," Carla says. Taking a deep breath, Carla lets herself accept that she's like me, now. Half Night Fury, half human. Opening her eyes, I just can't help but notice her eyes are back to normal.

"I- I guess this is it for normality," Carla says.

"Hey, least yours are small. I've got a pair of wings and a tail!" I say, trying to keep on the upbeat of this situation.

"Yeah. Your right," Carla laughs.

"Hey! There's that laugh I love," I say.

"Should we go home?" I whisper in a hug.

"Yeah," Carla says.

"Well, thanks for letting us stay. But we need to head back home. Goodbye," I say, hugging my relatives.

"See you two Furies some other time!" Peter says.

"Goodbye, Shawn. And Carla, good luck with your new life," Jordan days.

"Goodbye. And thanks," Carla says.

"So, am I flying?" I say.

"Yeah. I'm still not used to this whole Night Fury thing," Carla says. After hours of flying, we silently land in my backyard.

"Shawn! Carla! Thank goodness you two are back!" Mom says.

Hello, Mom. Glad to see you too. I growl.

"Hello, May," Carla says.

"Hello, Carla!" Mom says.

Should we tell our parents? I quietly growl.

"No. Not now," Carla says.

"What?" Mom says.

"Oh, nothing," Carla says.

"Okay. Your dads are inside," Mom says.