With the young ages of the suitors around here, Bell was certainly not alone in her inexperience. Apache hadn't yet seen his first summer, and had been raised by a rat in a mechanical suit rather than by a firelizardy mother.
There was a sharp increase in requests for potions this month. The weather here was sporadic and unpredictable, causing an uprise in cold, flus, and other wintery sicknesses. The most common one, the cold, she had a potion for; it cured it over a nights sleep, easy peasy. It was being purchased so quickly, she couldn't keep up with the demand. She was also running out of supplies, one of the herbs in particular only being able to be found in the summer, which concerned her. Thankfully, she found some seeds of the herb and within a couple weeks- with the help of the magical influence of the hut- she had fully grown plants ready to be harvested again.
It was snowing again, and Tiberius was growing tired of it. The cave was toasty warm, at least, due to the magic fireplace and other such useful things. Food was well stocked, the whers were bedded down, a mystery egg was tucked near the fireplace, and Tiberius had a stack of books to read. It wasn't the worst, but it certainly wasn't the best. He was bored, and tired, and bored, and also bored. There was only so much cleaning up he could do, or fussing over eggs or other needy creatures that he could stomach. He couldn't even go out and deliver the mail when it was this damn cold.
It also didn't help that he hadn't been sleeping well. Weird dreams kept creeping in -- a far off place...or maybe it wasn't. But it had a cold and helpless feel to it, like he was trapped and bound and there was no way for him to free himself. And a voice...someone calling his name. She needed his help, and the teen knew it, but he didn't know how to find her or how to help her. It left him tossing and turning all night, and it certainly made him feel frustrated and unsure in the morning.
You should eat something. Aurora spoke up, startling Tiberius out of his reverie. You can't solve the mystery if you aren't eating.
Sighing, the teen ran a hand over his face. "Fine, fine, whatever." He muttered, getting up from his warm spot in front of the fireplace. The dream meant something, he was sure of that. But what, well. That was something he just had to figure out.
Tiberius has a bit of an odd relationship with water. He didn't come from a place that had clean water, really. Filtration wasn't good, and the poorer areas of the cities were just a mess in more ways than one. There wasn't swimming to be had, showers were quick and cold and only for the lucky, and stretching out in a bathtub in steaming hot water was just unheard of. But if nothing else, he had quickly learned here, in this strange place, water was kind of everywhere.
And it was clean. And wasn't that just an amazing concept?
The cave he had claimed as a home went back further into the mountain than he'd first assumed. It had taken some exploring, and cleaning of pathways, but with all the snow, well. He had to do something. And then there were the Whers that were eager to help dig, and even the wolves offered their claws when they weren't fussing over a mystery egg. But with a bit of work and some stubbornness, Tiberius had cleaned out paths to find other smaller caverns, and one of them held the surprise of a hotspring. And that? That was probably the best find ever.
Wasn't so hot he couldn't use it, and it smelled and looked clean, and it just made his day. He had to wonder what else lurked here in the mountain, but that was a question for a different day. Right now it was bath time.
Tiberius was pretty sure he was dreaming. Though it felt like the most real dream he had ever had. Gone was his cave, his companions, his magic fireplace, and even his mystery egg. Instead, he found himself on an edge of a cliff, at a mountain range that he didn't recognize. It was familiar and it wasn't, like home but...different. But the sun was out, and there were strong gusts of wind, and the teen could see for miles and miles. Forest and desert, a vast tundra, what looked like a village. There were creatures in the air, and it took him a moment to realize they were dragons. Many of them, but...something still felt off.
It felt sad.
They don't respect us. The words were whispered into his mind as something landed behind him. How the creature had snuck up on him, he didn't know, but he didn't turn to look. Knew that wasn't the right thing to do. We deserve more. I don't want to die here. I don't want to see my kin dying anymore.
Hopelessness and fear rolled through his mind, and Tiberius swayed on the edge of the cliff. At the edge of his vision, black started to creep in. The dream starting to fade, magic starting to fail, somewhere.
I will wait for you, but you must come soon. Determination, strength, a refusal to except defeat. They would be glorious together, wouldn't they? If they had the chance to.
Do you know me? I know you.
Tiberius let out a breath, felt dizzy, and wanted to sit down. Wanted to lean back, fall backwards to the ground, not forward towards air. Towards nothingness. He wanted to stay.
Soon. You must go now. Don't be afraid of the fall. I will always catch you, if you promise to do the same for me.
A breath, and then another. Courage was found and clung to, and a warmth was blossoming in his chest. "I promise." He murmured. A choice was made, and whatever this was, a dream or a vision or something else, Tiberius chose trust, and he leaned forward. Lost his balance, and fell. And fell, and fell...
And then he woke up.
Gasping, the teen sat up. It was night, not day, but his cave was warm and he was safe. Sadness still clung to the edge of his mind, even as he panted for air and stared across at the glinting eyes of Qos.
Much as Rasha was a morning angel, as much as cosmic beings could be one or the other, she could hardly refuse an offer/request from Yamini one night to look at the stars with her. The South pointed out strange, mutable constellations; there was Seasons, the tree that changed throughout the year; there was Morpho, constantly cycling from larva to moth-like adult and losing its wings again to begin once more. The urge to lean against her friend and teacher as she gestured with her wingtip to the different star-forms was a subtle but constant feeling, yet so was the sense that Yamini did not want her to, despite the fact she wouldn't feel the living ice stature's freeze like others would. They stood close, however, and for now, she took that, relishing the warmth of Yamini's voice over the coolness of the air around her.