White lidded high waters cascaded in salty grace as they danced their circumscribed route to the sea. Tall geysers of thick ocean mist washed deeply serrated cliffs that bordered the island with the calming rhythm that only the champion of musicians could possibly imitate.
Above the haze, a swift gust of crisp night air wafted over walls of murky gray stone and skimmed seamless rooftops from the light layer of gathering dew. The breeze sliced previously stale air with the elegant cleave of the sea-bound mist below and rolled along spacious ledges, marking the second stories of reasonably tall structures. Chilled wisps ended their journey following an arched entrance to an opened broad window, a child resting his crossed arms and a delicately angled chin on the smooth ledge. Stray strands of vibrant blue hair gently curled back with the ocean's breath, the remainder tucked lazily beneath a tightly wrapped blanket. As long bangs combed back from the boy's forehead, a faint scarlet glow pulsed from a symbol bearing uncanny resemblance to a serpentine creature; its extensive wings spread wide and slender limbs folded neatly under the majestic one's slim torso. The child had been born with a flawless mockery of the proud race his clan had once been members of - emblazoned forever as an active facial feature, fluorescent and betraying strong emotions.
The rabbit in the sky was hiding, for only a waning sliver of the Great Mirror provided its reflection. Pale light poured onto the ocean's dancers in the form of thin platinum sheets and glistened on the glassy surface of sapphire irises with crystal beads on their indigo lashes and the liquid diamond that streaked the boy's fair cheeks.
A shudder passed through the child's five-year-old spine as his mental pattern wandered back to the reason he was awake. Tears flooded anew as lids covered large eyes and fragile twigs of limbs crushed each other. Teeth clenched and miniature fangs shredded lip before the youngster's head tilted back and a choked sob released a small amount of the stress that had built inside a small throat. The mark above his brow radiated a more intense glow as he collapsed into a whimpering mound of a crippled dragon's natural form and a massive tanned blanket.
"Little brother?" whispered a high-pitched female tone flowing from the back of the darkened room; her melody dipped with anxiety and coated in the same attractive charm as all other flawless features that adorned her frame and persona. There was a slight crack in her otherwise perfect speech as the intruder voiced her question, making her concern blatant, "Is that you?"
The boy in question mumbled weakly in response and unlocked his fingers from the corner of crème colored fabric. The blanket still clung tightly to the youngster's nearly gaunt form as he made feeble attempts to untangle from the heavy quilt. A minute or so later, a head of thick bright blue locks found the hood of the unnecessarily intricate and at least eight sizes too large toga.
Long, slender fingers combed her brother's untamed bangs and indigo brows dipped as glazed midnight eyes caught the scarlet emblem's flicker. Her hands slipped around the boy's slouched back in a loose hug. The younger returned the embrace with a tight pounce and a quick nod towards the bare window. A bathrobe-clad sibling followed the lightened gaze to the last millimeter of the Great Mirror and its vanishing rays.
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