[center][color=paleturquoise][h3]Ivy[/h3][/color][/center]

Leka emitted a low warning growl as Leon entered Ivy's room, startling her awake. In a flash she was up wielding the worn staff, the massive dog at her side. In her panicked state Ivy let her magic bleed into her features, paling her soft pink lips to a pale deathly blue and a snow squall erupted in her stormy grey eyes. Frost formed across her eyelashes and her long iridescent hair moved from light blonde to a stark snowy white, refracting the low light in her room and making it shine even more than before. Once she remembered where she was Ivy took a breath, producing a number of pretty, swirling snowflakes to form in the air in front of her. 

By the time she was up and back in control the young man, who must be her roommate, had already retreated, realizing that the room he'd entered was not his own. "[color=paleturquoise]Leka, it's my roommate, not a murderer.[/color]" She chuckled softly, setting the staff aside though she didn't pull her magic back into her, letting it continue to color her features. She patting the large dog on his head, digging her pale fingers into the thick fur of his neck as she often did for comfort. As she took another deep breath, steadying her mind as she prepared herself to go out and meet her new roommates.

Leka merely rolled his eyes at her comment, pressing his large head against her as to say that she was too precious to slack in his guarding duties. His thick black nails clicked softly on the wood floors of the apartment as he moved with her into the other living space to search out her new roommates. "[color=paleturquoise]Hey, I'm Ivy.[/color]" She spoke easily as she moved towards the dragon who seemed apt to check out the furniture and other things in their apartment. She assumed that the young man who'd accidentally wandered into her room was now in his own. 

She offered a small smile, pulling her blue lips up in the corners. She was tiny compared to most but the dragon was especially tall. She craned her head to look up at his face. Leka offered up only a bob of his head in the direction of the dragon before heading to go lay on the sofa. She'd always allowed Leka on the furniture. It was called 'fur'niture for a reason. He was far too intelligent for her to demean him by not allowing him to lay or sit on possessions that could ultimately be replaced.