What a strange house! (Open)

[Eridanus]

Day 50, Winter of 511 AV
Around Midday
Somewhere in Alvadas

The vantha walked the streets of Alvadas, walking nowhere in particular. He had just lunched and was in no particular mood for anything tiring, and so he decided to explore and enjoy the sights with a leisurely stroll. The city had never failed in surprising and entertaining its residents, and this day was no different.

Turning a corner, he found himself in a residential cluster where rows of cottages stood in an orderly manner. After walking past about ten rows of housing he was met yet again by a residential cluster, this time scattered in a messy clump. He had to navigate his way carefully, and after a few moments of careful navigation he was out of the mess, next finding only a single house.

This cottage was the most intriguing of all, for it looked like any normal cottage would. A door, a snug-looking bed with fluffy quilts, a small bookshelf packed with several books at the side, a segment of the cottage dedicated to kitchen utensils and even a little quaint garden in front of the door.

Except that it had only three walls. The wall opposite the door was missing. It was like an architectural model, or a doll-house except that it was human-sized, and he found himself intrigued as to the story behind this house.

Alvadas may be random and crazy, but each and every single one of its madness had a history behind it, waiting to be discovered. Only if one was dedicated enough.

Eridanus planned to be find out.

[Ryce]

Towards the head of the bed, sunken deep within raisings of the fluffy quilt laid the ferret. In a seemingly uncomfortable position, a sprawled out spiral on his back, Ryce was in a deep sleep faint snores escaping as he breathed. Having found such a blessing of a house was much to his luck, after running amuck through the city for a meal had left him rather tired and readily able to sleep wherever he could manage. As Eridanus approached, by mere coincidence, Ryce slightly jerked from an itch on his underside. In a comatose movement the ferret turned and flipped into a stand, swaying uncontrollably on the quilt as his rear paw worked quickly on the irritating itch. As it did so his facial features filled with obvious pleasure, followed with a small stretch, the ferret turned and plopped back onto his back as if nothing had happened. Even with his light amount of weight his body fell into the thickness of the quilt, almost even disappearing within it. Shortly after his sudden outburst and regaining comfort the faint snoring would return rhythmically with his breathing.