#((hopes Dhana is ok !!)

[waterdeephero]

☺ {{-silently squealing at thought-}}

☺my muse helping your muse fall asleep

It had been a long time since he had slept outside the shelter of solid walls, Elithrar thought. Below them, the sky was clear, the sparkling stars promised a cooler night. Of course, they could have gone back to the academy. But the journey was long, and the snow made it difficult to progress. And then they no longer had crystals of focus. Elithrar should have shown more foresight. But reprimands now were useless.

Under the shelter of the tent, he felt on one side Deekin, on the other Dhana groping against him. Sighing, he adjusted the blankets, pulling on them the two bearskins that he had managed to transport. The smell of the beast that emanated from it was not so unpleasant, in the end. Even if it was not frankly what he loved.

He felt that none of them were sleeping. But the cold was not the only one responsible, he suspected. He also wondered what the others were doing. Dorna and Xanos had gone to explore the Nether Mountains on their side. Perhaps they had returned. As for Mischa, she had to watch over the academy. The elf doubted however that she had a better night than them. The fact that Ayala was also there relieved him a little. These and many other questions were circling in his mind, preventing him from reaching a state of calm sufficient to rest.

But the question remained: was Master Drogan going to recover? He turned again, also unable to find sleep. He found himself nose to nose with Dhana, her eyes glistening in the darkness.

‘You can’t sleep?’ he whispered. ‘The young woman shook her head, her eyes bright and her throat knotted. Her expression saddened him. Elithrar took his hands out of the blankets and whispered some words he thought he had forgotten. It’s been so long…. He didn’t expect it to work. And yet, three small luminous globes appeared. One was purple, the second yellow and the last pale blue.

Deekin uttered a small squeak of surprise and stood up to watch the globes spin around Elithrar’s hands. “That’s a nice thing!” The elf smiles a little at Deekin’s reaction.

“When I couldn’t sleep, my mother….” Elithrar paused and contemplated Dhana, his pale face illuminated by the dim light emanating from the spheres.

“You have hidden your talents as a magician from us! Xanos would be surprised,” she says, shared between fun and the desire to ask him more about his “skinny” arcane talents.

“It must be pretty much the only spell I can throw. Not enough to shadow the great Xanos”.

Dhana chuckled, while Deekin tried to catch one of the sphere. His clawed hand closed only on emptiness, the globe escaping him. The sun elf smile at that sight and said:

“I can’t promise you that everything will be alright…Even if I would love to.”

He made a small pause, as the lightning pulsed between his hands, dancing around it wrists.

“But we’re doing the best we can. Master Drogan prepared us for anything and I’m pretty sure he was also aware of the potential perils. I’m sure he will be ok”.

The silent took place again, as Dhana smiled. It was a small one, far from her usual large grin, but Elithrar still count it as a small victory.

“I may take your word on it.” She frowned then her face relaxed again, but her expression remained serious.

“I hope we’re enough to what’s lie ahead”.

“We have to”.

“Deekin thinks great adventurers need their beauty sleep” said the little kobold, while he yawned. The two students laughted a little at his wise words. They remained for a moment like this, contemplating the peaceful light that removed their respective worries as well as some of the shadows of the night.Then, the lights faded as they finally fall in Morphe’s embrace.

#xdepthsofwinterx #((sorry for the late #at first I though it was 'silently squealing" and I didn't understand lol #(went with the begining of Shadows of Undrentide with this one #I hope it's ok #((oooops I derailled a little #((hopes Dhana is ok !!) #more like drabble #fliclet #drabble