Kyta
Kyta looked at the drawing, and wondered if she really looked like that. Perhaps he was just accenting her, because she couldn't imagine looking that wonderful. She heard the voice, too, as he suddenly stood and left the room to investigate. He left the door open for her, but she had other means of getting around. Kyta showed herself out of the room, but decided she had had enough enteraction with people for today. She slinked behind one of the statues in the hallway, a secret passage to her room that she was small enough to fit into. Once there, she could hear what was going on in all of the other rooms of the house. Perhaps she would be able to get a nap? She grew to her fuller size, around the size of two school buses, and plopped herself down onto her massive bed. So much emotion in the mansion, and it hadn't even been four hours. She rested her massive head onto her forepaws and listened quietly to the conversations that drifted up to her through the house.