Alyssia's heart was almost torn in two by what was happening. The tears of Apple made her want to shed her own and she couldn't bare to see the twins like this. Finally, Apple muttered something in Dragon, and they both collapsed in tears, but they felt like happy tears and Alyssia smiled. She didn't understand what was happening, but she felt like it was good. Whitestar began speaking and Alyssia looked towards Apple for a translation, but she was busy with Bamboo talking about something, so she tried to translate as best she could. A young voice behind her piped up and she heard Austin translating for her. Oh thank goodness for another human! She nodded at Whitestar, trying to let him know that she would go with Blackout to examine the rest of the caravan. "Yes, I agree. I'll go with Blackout and see if there's anything else we need." She looked to Austin and he smiled at her sweetly as he translated. He's a nice guy. Why on earth was he in the Scorpion Den? She walked over to Blackout and smiled. She turned towards Austin, "You should come with us too. I can't speak dragon very well, so I'll need a translator."Whitestar started forward in a panic as Apple crumpled to the ground, covering her eyes with a loud cry. He lifted a talon to reach for her but stopped mid-stride, yanking his arm back and stumbling backwards again, away from the two Rainwings out of fear of what he might do. His mind began swirling again like a blizzard, panicked thoughts jolting through his mind and sending an extra chill of fear down his spine with each one.
Did I cast it wrong? Was there some sort of counter-spell? I don't know anything about how Animus power operates. What if I hurt her? Did the spell reverse itself for some reason? Have I used my power too much? Is it turning back on itself? Does it even do that? I have to do some--
His thoughts cut off abruptly as Apple stood up quickly and flung her wings and arms over Bamboo, tears streaking her face as she melted against her brother. They were both crying now, Apple sobbing loudly and Bamboo trying to hold himself together long enough to at least ask Apple if it worked. Whitestar held his breath, still sitting further behind them, hugging his talons tightly to his chest. He still wasn't sure if the spell had worked, or if he'd done something horrible to the Rainwing.
"Bamboo.... you're green."
Bamboo finally broke down, folding over his sister and sobbing joyfully into her shoulder. Whitestar let out a long breath of relief, his shoulders dropping as he relaxed. He slowly readjusted himself, turning from his awkward position to a more contained posture, curling his tail tightly over his front talons. He watched the two Rainwings joyful embrace for a moment, a smile slowly spreading over his face.
Maybe my power is good for something. How much more joy could possibly I bring to dragons like this? See Bluestar? This is what I can do.
His smile faded. The joy of the moment pulled away from him, and suddenly, he felt like he was on the outside looking in, watching the twins embrace. It was a strange feeling. Like he was standing on the other side of a thin wall of ice, seeing the moment, but not being able to feel or hear any of it.
Whitestar glanced up at the sky. A few bright stars were beginning to appear, and an indigo blanket slowly folding over the sky. Two quarter moons floated in the center of the sky and the horizon to the west was stained gold. In the excitement and intensity of the events, Whitestar hadn't even noticed the sun had set. His thoughts came around once again to the mission to the Scorpion Den and Eclipse. He glanced from the dragon hunter still standing behind Alyssia, and then to the young girl.
"I am going to get some rest," he said calmly, hiding all of his sullen mood away from his voice. "We all should. We are going to need to sneak into the den late--if we can do it around Sunset that would be best." He turned to look at Blackout "Can you take someone with you to scout out what is left of the caravan? Alyssia should probably go with you, since she will need to see what we are working with for her plan."
Whitestar stood up and gave Apple and Bamboo a small, forced smile before nodding quickly and then turning and leaping into the foliage. He slid under and past the various plants as quickly as he could without making too much noise, trying to retrace his path from earlier.
Finally, he found the small hollow where he had been resting that afternoon. There was a patch of dry soil nestled in between the roots of a large Baobab tree, creating a small dip in the ground at the base of the giant hollow trunk. A young Dragon Leaf tree had fallen against the side of its ancient companion, growing sideways from then on so that some of its leaves hung like curtains over the ground, shielding the dip from view. Whitestar brushed past the wing-sized leaves and let out a blast of ice onto the ground, careful not to let it touch the Baobab tree's roots. He curled into the now icy hollow. The small wounds from where the human weapons had injured him still stung, probably more than it was natural for them to. The deep-blue blood had dried and caked over his scales, leaving blackish streaks down his neck and shoulders.
Whitestar hadn't realized how exhausted he actually was until he rest his head on his talons. The fight with the humans and all of the spells he had cast had drained him of the little bit of energy he had earned from his brief sleep. He had intended to spend some time thinking about the events from the day and contemplate a way he could help Alyssia's plan to get into the den.
But his eyelids were already drooping, and his thoughts wandered on their own, quickly pulling him into a well-needed sleep.
His eyes lit up just a little and he made his way over to them. "Good point." He said. "You might need me too. Who knows?" She looked back up at Blackout for the ok to this.