Serapis woke not a moment after she had spoken. The dracon had been up late practicing the previous night. Normally, he'd have been up first of anyone in the compound.

"Alright, dear, give me a moment." He stretched, letting out a yawning roar which was so characteristic of his race. The dracon then put on his robes and went to attend the daily affairs of the orphanage. "So, I hope you slept well, Thayva." He gave her a little hug. "We've got quite a bit of work today."

Meanwhile, the boys dormitory had finally calmed down as the various races finished climbing out of bed. Among the varied races who lived at the orphanage were dracons, kobolds, dwarves, humans, halflings, elves, and a handful of others. The more reptilian of these species wore only a loincloth around their waists, but the humans put on a bit more than that. One boy, a fair-skinned human with blonde hair, put on his shorts over the lighter shorts he had worn to sleep, then slipped on his sleeveless shirt. Next to him was another boy, a lizardfolk. The day was indeed hot and the reptilian was enjoying every second of it.

"Ah, it's too hot for a shirt" the human whined. 

"Maybe your species should have thought of that before inventing them" the lizardboy replied with a hissing laugh.

"Very funny. Let's see whose laughing after practice!" 

"Is that a challenge?" 

"You bet your scaly rump it-"

"Break it off!" One of the dracon staff intervened, separating the two boys. They'd have plenty of time to work out their aggression later in the day. At about the same time, the girls were almost all up and out of their dorms. Some of them did stretches, a routine which would prove useful in their spare time, at least for those of them who did gymnastics. It was especially popular among the elven and dracon females. All of the species were differentiated by gender, with the males universally larger and stronger than their female counterparts. This was most pronounced among dracons and lizardfolk, somewhat less so among the humans and human-like races, and least noticeable among the kobolds.

Serapis checked over the books. A recent finance report had come in, and the orphanage was still in the black. It was a small surplus, but it was a solid one nonetheless. For a moment, he had been concerned that it would be a loss, given how much they had spent on the welfare of their charges lately. The recent war had claimed too many lives, and there were more orphans than even this institution could care for. 

The orphans padded their way to the mess hall, where they found the usual dracon-style round tables and cushions awaiting them. The food varied by race, with humans receiving a diet rich in grains, fiber, and fruit, while the dracons and lizardfolk ate copious amounts of meat. It also varied by each race's size, with halflings and kobolds only needing a fraction of what the bigger races ate. 

Although much of the orphanage was separated by gender, the boys and girls all ate in the same mess hall. While they could sit at each other's tables, it was in practice largely separated on gender lines. On a more positive note, orphans of different races were rarely adverse from sitting together. Considering that they did everything else together regardless of race, this kind of integration came naturally to them.