Claiming the Solar Ledge

Your greeting echoed through the quiet room. I acknowledged it with a sharp nod. From the high shelf, a brilliant square of morning sun caught my eye across the floor. An open stretch of warmth. I glided down, claws meeting the broad wooden sill with a sharp thud. A glass jar blocked the prime angle. I leaned my shoulder into it, nudging the heavy container aside until the brightest beam poured directly across my chest. The glass heated under my tail flame. Now the domain is secure. And warm.