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Is It Cold Outside?CW: SUICIDAL IDEALATION
“Look at the stars in the big black ink"It’s nighttime, on Polus. Usually it snows, but tonight the skies are clear, meaning Mince can see the stars. She has climbed on top of the tallest building in the compound to get a closer look at the twinkles above.Mince is staring with intensity, trying to pick out constellations she remembers from Sevilles books. But alas, the sky is unfamiliar to her, as expected on the most dangerous planet this side of the galaxy. There werent many people risking themselves for some stars.She shivers. She isnt wearing her coat or booties that Seville bought for her. Why would she? It’d probably be good if… if she disappeared in the cold.“Tell me what you feel”Earlier today, she sat in Mile’s office. They were talking about her feelings on this and that, as usual. He asks her a simple question, and she finds herself unable to answer, and curls up into Pie, who she’s been holding onto for comfort. She wishes she wasnt hurting so much.“And tell me what you think”All she can think of these days is Seville. He had never seen snow before, although he said he’s no stranger to the cold. And now… he won’t ever see snow. It hurts to think about. Sometimes she pretends he’s still around, just hiding, but that only holds for so long. He’s joined the stars, and she just has to accept it.Back in the present, she tries to decide which star is Seville. Gramps said that when someone dies, they become something special, so surely he’d be up there, right? After a few moments, she decides on a particularly bright one. That one is just perfect… Seville was the light of her life, and now he’s the light of so many people’s lives here. This pleases her.“Is it cold outside?”The wind bites into her, and she shakes to try and warm herself up. Its not helping at all, but she doesnt want to leave her spot. Seville can see her from here, she’s sure of it. And she doesnt want to let go.Maybe one day she will join him in the sky. Yes… her star would be right next to his, she’s sure of it. Or perhaps she will become something on the planet… Something that basks in his glory every night. If only she could join him right now… If only…She looks down.“Is it cold out?”Perhaps death isnt so scary, right now. Its not like anyone would care. Sure, her friends would miss her, but she’d be able to bless them with her presence everywhere they went. She’s positive that’s how it works.She takes a few steps away from the edge, then takes a running jump.She’s going home…
Clade and PodeiCW: NONE
It’s been 24 moons since Clade was born. Not like he could tell you, though. The numbers bounce around in his head and mix up so much it’s confusing to the young dragon.His best friend Podei, on the other hand, was excellent with numbers. She could count all the bugs he had caught, all the clouds in the sky, and all the days they've been adventuring together.“We’ve been exploring seven moons and twelve days,” She tells him. This may be the third time she’s had to tell him, she seems to be a bit more annoyed then she was earlier“Seven moons and Twelve days,” Clade repeats, like he will remember this time. He promptly walks into a cactus. He’s lucky his scales protect him from the prickly spines, but it still hurts a bit nonetheless. Podei laughs.He met Podei at a small outpost. He didn’t have any business there, most of the dragons there gave him a disdained glance when he sheepishly poked around. He had just knocked over a big antique looking vase. It didn’t break, but the owner gave him an earful and sent him with most of his tail curled close to him. He was mumbling to himself when he ran into Podei. She had been watching the exchange with a smile on her face. They talked a bit, and when she found out he was a good fighter, she somehow decided to take him along with her as she continued her journey along the expanse.They were a good match. Podei could find food way better than Clade could, and Clade could fight off any of the beastclans or rogue dragons with ease. Podei confessed, once, that Clade was way more competent in a fight than anywhere else. Clade laughed it off easily; he knew it was true.It was nearing dusk, and Podei found a nice outcrop of rocks to set up camp at. Clade was able to drag some dead brush to start a small fire, which, while Podei was in the process of lighting it, almost burnt his tail. He decided at that point it was time to curl himself up into the tightest ball he could and prepare for a cold windy night. Podei nudged some food his way.The sun set and night consumed their world. There were no clouds out, just the moon and the stars who twinkle hello.“How many moons are there?” Clade asks Podei as he rolls onto his back, looking at the sky.“Just one.” Podei replies, “It’s a new moon, though. You won’t see it tonight.”“I bet there’s a lot more, like….” He picks a random number that bounces in his brain, “More than seven.”She laughs a little and replies, “Clade, there’s only one moon. It’s literally right there. Did you hit your head again?”“But Podei, Podei, listen,” Clade turns his head towards her, staring into her eyes, “We don’t see gods and they’re real, right? Just like space and moons and suns! There's so many things out there that dragons just don’t know about!”“And you do?” She scoffs, “Sometimes I question your sanity.”Clade looks away. Podei always says stuff like that. You’re Crazy or How could you be so dumb?. He knows she cares about him, so it’s not a big deal. He goes back to looking at the sky.It’s quiet now, except for the crackling of the fire. Podei had done her best to find a clear spot among the stones to sleep; Even with thick fur the nighttime winds would most likely kill a dragon if they were out long enough. Clade was a different case. He rolled around in the sand until he was somewhat buried; Only his face and tail popped out of the dust. When Podei first asked why he did this, he claimed it was a good defense, and no one would expect him there. The truth is it just felt really nice. It was like a big land blanket that would keep him warm every night. When he was a hatchling, the land was scary, but digging into it reminded him it was just another nonliving thing. The ground can’t attack him, it can’t chop him up or eat him alive or--If he had room to shiver, he would. Instead he turned his head to look towards the sky again. For how klutzy he was flying around, the air seemed like home for him. If he could live in the sky he would in an instant. Living in a cloud house with a cloud bed would be the best time of his life.And so, he dozes off, visions of clouds painting his dreams.