Different Worlds

Glacia

I watched the rain fall from the safety of the cave. It was depressing. The constant state of moisture. Selene shivered on my neck. I thought having a companion would be different somehow, I thought that they talked to you, but all that Selene did was shiver, and indignantly hiss and squawk sometimes. I wondered if she felt alright. More than likely she was hungry. But searching for food was something I wasn't great at, considering my size. I sigh softly, and look about me, eyes rolling over the rest of the basin's miserable souls. Some of us where handling everything pretty well. Others not so much. The lady Tiamat being one of them. She had been so dedicated. And then she had lost it all. My head swung out again, and my body lumbered out to the bushes. I lowered my head, and let Selene crawl down so she could find some food. Easily I was within range of the cave, just enough to be out of sight. 

It had been only a few days since the incident with that scoundrel, but I couldn't get him out of my head. As he had left, he said his father had taught him the language he had spoken. That his father was a king of ice and frost. And I wondered. Was his father mine? The studs haggard appearance had reminded me of Mauja, and was it a coincidence that he had the blanket of white on his rump?

Then again, he could have been from the rift. I had yet to meet any riftians, that I was sure where riftians of course. But then again I hadn't exactly strayed far from this cave either, and the one time I did, I had to defend my body from a creep. From someone who could possibly be related to me. Closely related. I shivered, and moved forward to keep Selene in my sights. What kind of times where these?

"Talk."

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