Leafless hardwoods dotted among native pine stretched toward a bleak nearly-Winter sky. Grey and oppressive, the clouds it harbored restrained the warming rays of the late autumn sun. Icy crust ringed the edges of the Lake Serenity, a growing reminder to the occupants of Ardane that soon the year would end and the heavy snows would begin; that the lean time would grip their bellies until the spring hunts resumed.
Ardane, a stately but aging manor, bustled with activity. Cayt directed what remained of her people, unfortunates trapped on the wrong side of a dimensional gate, in the necessary chores to winterize the main house. She was a bright spot of silvery-blonde hair bundled in a thick fur-lined coat in the yard. The rhythmic fall of hammer heads echoed in the otherwise cold silence. Nimble pegasi jockeys scaled ladders, and crawled the roof. Others trimmed back branches and dug up flower bulbs. Occasionally, a howl split through the wilderness; Aurora?s Hishn on the hunt. With luck, the larder would be full before the snow bound them to the house.
And through it all, nested in a second floor room, Amthy slept.
Olivine hair spilled around her face, across the rolling softness of her pillow. In sleep?s repose, the classic lines of her Nymph-y features eased. Her blanket was tucked neatly to her breast and her hands folded on her middle. She was surrounded by swathes of diaphanous material suspended from the rails of her poster bed, and sagging canopy.
It was, in fact, a romantic sight constructed from a similarly inclined mind.
Thud. Thud. Thunk!
A dark green brow twitched.
Scrap. Scrap. Crack!
Amthy?s mouth pinched. The camphorous scent of her annoyance filled the air. With a loud huff, she flipped onto her side and curled beneath her blanket. She pressed her palms against her eyes. Didn?t they know she was trying to sleep? She sat up with a low growl. They knew. That was something she was certain of. Luminous tsavorite-green eyes narrowed in suspicion. Suddenly possessed, Amthy threw back her blanket and scrambled from the plush, warm cushion of her bed.
The floor was cold against her bare feet. She shivered as she pushed up against one of the smaller windows in the room. There, she could just see the spark of blonde hair. Amthy struggled to open the window. Slowly, the painted wood sashing ground against the window housing as she lifted it upward.
?Cayt!? She called out shrilly. Her words left her in a puff of white. Amthy leaned out the window and shook her fist. The worker closest to her quickly looked away. His features clearly showed how he did NOT want to be in the middle of whatever was about to transpire. ?Cayt!? Amthy?s teeth began to chatter. Hunched in on herself, she tried to keep some warmth as she waited for her sister to acknowledge her.
?What?? Cayt eventually hollered back. Amthy?s appearance was no surprise. She?d felt the Nymph along the mental rapport they shared. Cayt lifted a hand to shield her eyes as she walked toward Amthy?s window. She took her time getting there.
?Canno? you d?this later?? Amthy whined. ??m tryin? t?sleep!? She called down to her sister.
?You?re always sleeping,? Cayt grumbled under her breath to herself. ?It?s about time you woke up!? Cayt finally called back.
Amthy?s lips pinched and her shoulders set against a now familiar argument. The problem was that it was an exhausted subject. There was nothing new for either one of them to say. With lack of a satisfactory retort, Amthy ground her teeth and exerted her strength to close the window instead. It seemed to descend at a snail?s pace. She was not particularly strong.
?You can?t sleep forever, Amthy!?
?I can try,? Amthy called beneath the narrowing space of the window before it finally closed. She turned her back to the glass, and rubbed her arms briskly with her hands. ?I can try,? she said once more with confidence to herself as she looked sidelong at her recently vacated bed. She knew she wouldn?t be able to sleep while there was work being done on the manor. Cayt wouldn?t let her. That left her the alternative: find a new place to dream. A light went off in her airy head. She wasn?t so desperate (yet) that she needed to seek the Chateau?s sanctuary, but there was a closer place just within her reach.
The Dragon would have to do.
Ardane, a stately but aging manor, bustled with activity. Cayt directed what remained of her people, unfortunates trapped on the wrong side of a dimensional gate, in the necessary chores to winterize the main house. She was a bright spot of silvery-blonde hair bundled in a thick fur-lined coat in the yard. The rhythmic fall of hammer heads echoed in the otherwise cold silence. Nimble pegasi jockeys scaled ladders, and crawled the roof. Others trimmed back branches and dug up flower bulbs. Occasionally, a howl split through the wilderness; Aurora?s Hishn on the hunt. With luck, the larder would be full before the snow bound them to the house.
And through it all, nested in a second floor room, Amthy slept.
Olivine hair spilled around her face, across the rolling softness of her pillow. In sleep?s repose, the classic lines of her Nymph-y features eased. Her blanket was tucked neatly to her breast and her hands folded on her middle. She was surrounded by swathes of diaphanous material suspended from the rails of her poster bed, and sagging canopy.
It was, in fact, a romantic sight constructed from a similarly inclined mind.
Thud. Thud. Thunk!
A dark green brow twitched.
Scrap. Scrap. Crack!
Amthy?s mouth pinched. The camphorous scent of her annoyance filled the air. With a loud huff, she flipped onto her side and curled beneath her blanket. She pressed her palms against her eyes. Didn?t they know she was trying to sleep? She sat up with a low growl. They knew. That was something she was certain of. Luminous tsavorite-green eyes narrowed in suspicion. Suddenly possessed, Amthy threw back her blanket and scrambled from the plush, warm cushion of her bed.
The floor was cold against her bare feet. She shivered as she pushed up against one of the smaller windows in the room. There, she could just see the spark of blonde hair. Amthy struggled to open the window. Slowly, the painted wood sashing ground against the window housing as she lifted it upward.
?Cayt!? She called out shrilly. Her words left her in a puff of white. Amthy leaned out the window and shook her fist. The worker closest to her quickly looked away. His features clearly showed how he did NOT want to be in the middle of whatever was about to transpire. ?Cayt!? Amthy?s teeth began to chatter. Hunched in on herself, she tried to keep some warmth as she waited for her sister to acknowledge her.
?What?? Cayt eventually hollered back. Amthy?s appearance was no surprise. She?d felt the Nymph along the mental rapport they shared. Cayt lifted a hand to shield her eyes as she walked toward Amthy?s window. She took her time getting there.
?Canno? you d?this later?? Amthy whined. ??m tryin? t?sleep!? She called down to her sister.
?You?re always sleeping,? Cayt grumbled under her breath to herself. ?It?s about time you woke up!? Cayt finally called back.
Amthy?s lips pinched and her shoulders set against a now familiar argument. The problem was that it was an exhausted subject. There was nothing new for either one of them to say. With lack of a satisfactory retort, Amthy ground her teeth and exerted her strength to close the window instead. It seemed to descend at a snail?s pace. She was not particularly strong.
?You can?t sleep forever, Amthy!?
?I can try,? Amthy called beneath the narrowing space of the window before it finally closed. She turned her back to the glass, and rubbed her arms briskly with her hands. ?I can try,? she said once more with confidence to herself as she looked sidelong at her recently vacated bed. She knew she wouldn?t be able to sleep while there was work being done on the manor. Cayt wouldn?t let her. That left her the alternative: find a new place to dream. A light went off in her airy head. She wasn?t so desperate (yet) that she needed to seek the Chateau?s sanctuary, but there was a closer place just within her reach.
The Dragon would have to do.