Answer to the riddle is a leaf.

Optional rant incoming.

Right... So in the making of this chapter I was confronted with two problems. One expected and one unexpected.

I went to my old folder and found the chapter, 6.000 words, nice I barely have to do any work! Or so I thought. Like all my other chapters it was originally written in the early bronze age. The chapter had potential, but was quite frankly awful + most of it simply didn't fit anymore due to plot changes... *sigh* but the rewrite is done. And I think it's one of my better chapters.

The second problem, is my brain. That 1.5 kilo of wet bacon in my skull with the attention span of a teaspoon. I started Baldur's Gate 3. Amazing game 10/10 would recommend. But as always happens when I find a story I like my brain gets hyper focused on that story - or at least certain elements of it. Took me a week or two, but I think I've found a way of channelling some of that inspiration into this story. Minor changes to the plot, but they fit well into what's already planned. Better than starting a new story...again.

Anyway think that was it.

Chapter 10: The next step

The clearing was beautiful, just as he remembered it. A small opening in the rocky, mountain split woods. There was a lake on one side, shallow and clear, with a few little fish swimming around. It must be nice, for them to be so blissfully unaware of the world around them. To go through life, only pushed forth by their base instincts, no worries or fears. A life so brief, so simple, and yet - full.

Without loss.

There where tracks too he observed. Near the edge of the lake, from deer and wolves who came to drink. Predators and prey, both dependant on the same precious resource to stay alive.

He looked to the clear water, hoping the lake might provide some answers, but he knew it was futile.

All too early he felt her approaching. She knew where he was, and he'd made no attempt to hide his trail, but a few more minutes in silent contemplation would've been preferable.

Then again, what did it really matter? He had all the time in the world.

He stayed his ground as she approached, there would be plenty space for her to land. It wasn't a common meeting spot for dragons by any means of the imagination, but you could fit two or three of them in the clearing regardless.

She touched down behind him, the ground shook as her great wings sent dirt and leaves flying. There was a moment of silence, he knew he should say something - there was so much to say but...

The first word would be hers.

And he did not have to wait long.

"Koraaviik?" The voice was low, almost careful, but despite the unfamiliar tone it was unmistakably hers.

He let out a sad smile, looking towards to grey skies above as they slowly drifted away.

Letting out a breath he turned to -

Koraaviik jumped awake, nearly bumping his head into the scaled face in front of him.

He blinked rapidly, fragments of the dream still clear in his vision. But as vivid as it had been, and as strong as it was, it drifted away like smoke the moment he tried to focus on it.

Her eyes searched his but found only faded fragments of what he had seen.

"Are you alright?"

"I - yes. Yes I just had a weird dream."

A moment of silence as she observed him before dismissing whatever thought she had for the moment.

"I think I've learned all I care for at this time."

Yesterdays events came flooding back to him. Bromjunaar, the roar, the ancient dragon they fought and killed, the humans who came searching. They must have returned, how long had he been out?

Midwahgein was blocking his view of the soldiers and mages. Her chest on his right, wing on his left and face in front. There was still light outside, some bright rays of sun streaking in from the few gaps in the wall of scales that surrounded him. It was probably mid day, and he figured they'd started early. Had she been talking with them all morning? In any case he knew the tone in her voice. Her way of saying she'd grown tired of the mortals and needed a break.

"What do you say we return to the temple and get your things?" She said in a soft voice lacking her usual cold edge.

My things...?

Oh.

How could he have forgotten.

His books. All his studies on the ritual for the bond they shared. Even the information on the resurrection spell with endless notes and points of interest. Not only could he continue his research, but they could also make sure it did not fall into the wrong hands.

Not that the people here could read it. But better be safe, it was powerful magic, ancient and enigmatic. Even without the knowledge of how to use it.

Especially the mages had him wondering. Midwahgein had said they where the ones to stumble upon their temple. If they had scoured the place afterwards... The books where sealed away in a hidden vault. But a skilled mage might be able to sense them, and a bit curiosity and was all it took.

If the rebels broke in and found an empty library they would have known something was up and started a search to either claim it for themselves or burn it, whatever it was rebels did with things they didn't like. It would take more than some fire to destroy the book of cause, but persistency and aggression overcame most problems eventually.

He nodded, as much in response to her as to himself.

She let out a breath, ruffling his hair slightly and making him smile.

Her head retreated, letting in a sudden stream of sunlight that made him flinch from the sudden brightness. A second or two and his eyes adjusted. He got up, body still slightly sore from the fight the day before, but overall he felt significantly better. A bit stiff, but not about to pass out from exhaustion. As he stood his eyes traced her chest and neck, the wounds had closed. However he suspected it would be some time before she was going to be able to fight again. Walking out from under her wing he was greeted by a clear blue sky, crisp air and a lot of stares.

The whole group was there, though not as many soldiers as the day before.

The two mages where present, as where the dark elf - however there was someone new. A regal looking man, rich clothing, braided hair and a golden circlet, one that Koraaviik determined to be a crown. That must be the ruler from the city.

Koraaviik locked eyes with the man for a moment, curious as to what kind of person he might be. Not every leader would be willing to go out here, in the middle of a field far from the city.

Especially not to face a dragon, peaceful or not - even in her current state she could burn them all to a crisp before they could notch a single arrow. His posture and expression, combined with his place in from of the group, gave Koraaviik a good feeling. The dark elf clearly tried to cover for him, but despite that he stood firm. The man broke from Koraaviiks gaze, eyes returning to the dark elf as he spoke in a low voice.

Koraaviik looked to Midwahgein, but she simply ignored them and spoke up.

"Your company has been, acceptable. However we have some things to see to at our temple."

The female mage began to speak in a panicked tone. Then the other mage cut her off as he stepped forward.

Midwahgein regarded him with all the interest of a bug that crawled out from under the floor.

"What is it mage?" Midwahgein asked.

A quick string of words that Koraaviik had no hope to understand. His voice trailed off near the end, nervous of what her response would be.

He looked to her in question and she quickly answered in his mind. "They say their leader might be there. I think they are worried we might eat him."

"You." Koraaviik corrected. "I'm not the one with a habit of eating people."

"You should try it, might get a taste for it."

Her response was quick, and joking - at least he hoped so. Pushing it aside he thought about what she had said about the leader. Knowing they had one made him wonder what he was the leader off. All mages? A small group of them maybe? In any case he did not like them poking around in their temple. The place was a ruin of cause, the few things left of any real value hidden among the rubble.

But why warn them of the this leader? Was that his way of saying please don't kill them? Koraaviik was almost impressed, and Midwahgein simply huffed. The mage didn't sound like he even knew himself. But they would figure out what to do with the leader when they arrived, unless Midwagein already had a plan.

"How convenient" was all she said before standing up. She stretched her wings out, casting a shadow across the area. The group of people in front took a step back at the display. Midwahgein stretched her neck a bit, before lowering her wing so Koraaviik could get up.

He quickly ascended and without so much as a look back she pushed off the ground and sent them flying towards their temple.

They landed on the edge of a flat area on the top of the mountain. Koraaviik could barely recognise the place, aside from a few landmarks in the area it looked like any other mountain top. The heavy roof hatch was covered with a fresh layer of snow. It would've been near impossible to find for anyone who didn't know what they were looking for.

Koraaviik used the small brake to adjust his position on Midwageins neck, her scales were smooth but still incredibly hard and in no way comfortable to be on for long periods of time. It didn't help that his body was tense for the entire flight trying to hold on.

Midwahgein turned a bit to the left, before letting loose a Fus - the first word of the shout. A single word that sent forth a wave, blasting the snow of the mountain in a great cloud. Koraaviik observed curiously as she lowered her head and carefully bit down a piece of metal. Pulling up she swung the massive metal hatch open with ease.

Koraaviik had seen her enter the temple from the roof more times than he could count. It was a steep, nearly vertical drop into a room where she could only barely spread her wings.

Koraaviik had kept the room mostly off limits, for precisely that reason. Greetings and small gatherings as well as his personal studies was all that happened there. After that people would be guided into a side hall. Ones does not tell a dragon when and where they can be. It was more the other way around, not that Midwahgein had ever ruined anything on purpose...but, putting dragons in tight quarters with fragile humans and materials was bound to cause issues sooner rather than later.

The temple was hers first and foremost. If she decided to return for a nab and the room was filled with people for a feast? Well... she'd never done it, but Koraaviik knew she might do it - if only for the fun of it.

He had never travelled through the hatch himself, for obvious reasons but the drop down looked intimidating. Knowing the limited space inside he couldn't help the nervousness.

Midwahgein however never even hesitated.

She jumped through the hatch, gliding forward before spreading out her wings and slowing them down to a halt with a few powerful strokes. Dust and rattling bones could be heard as the powerful wing beats pushed everything back.

The first thing he noticed when they where on solid ground again was the flickering orange gleam of a fire. Then a number of soft blue white lights, clearly magical in nature. On a second glance he saw figures, strangers to him but Midwahgein might have seen them before.

He slid down from Midwahgeins neck without taking his eyes off the intruders.

There were two, one of them stood frozen in the middle of the room with a potion in his hand, while the other was sitting at a pillar, covered with furs.

The later one looked wounded, scrapes and bruises on his face and a dazed look in his eyes.

Koraaviik turned his eyes to Midwahgein only to find her unfaced, If a little irritated. Perhaps she did know them after all, but then again, people in general tended to bring that look to her face.

Still it didn't hurt to ask.

"Do you know them?"

He only just managed to get the words out as another person came running into the room. He came to a skidding halt, eyes turning wide when seeing them.

He looked old, but not. Koraaviik knew elves had an exceptionally long lifespan so his specific age could be anyone's guess. He was Dunmer as was apparent by his grey skin and red eyes, his face was narrow, slightly wrinkled and ended with a lengthy beard tied in a knot. His robes looked old but well kept. The finishing touch was several pouches and vials hanging from his belt.

A mage to be sure, maybe an alchemist as well. Koraaviik could feel the magic one him, almost like a tangible thing. He was a powerful one, the leader if Koraaviik had to guess.

Standing by her side he kept a hand on her wing to at least understand one side of the conversation.

"He's powerful, and bad at hiding it."

"Is that so?" Midwahgeins libs twitched ever so slightly to a grin.

He held himself well and had an air of authority around him, one that was diligently crushed by Midwahgeins massive form staring down at him.

The mage raised his eyebrows in surprise, though only for a moment. He composed himself to some degree, opting for a weary expression rather than one of sheer panic.

"Hello, Archmage" She spoke in a silky tone. This time Koraaviik grinned. The Arch mage was silent, staring at one and then the other. Confusion was clear on his face and so Midwahgein added some context. "Your mages told us you were here."

Koraaviik was about to leave them to it, when the mage spoke a few unsure words. Midwahgein had been thorough in the first language training, not letting him rest before the sun shone on the horizon. But there was a lot to learn, and anything other than the very basic was beyond him. However her response gave him enough understanding to take a guess.

"Eat them? No, tempting as it was I have more use of you humans alive right now"

It was about the two mages from earlier. Worried for their safety was he?

He gave her a slight scratch on the wing as he spoke. "I'll leave you to it. Might as well get my things while you figure things out with that one."

She turned her head slightly and gave him a small nod in agreement. With that Koraaviik turned around and made his way to the library, strings of unknown words echoing behind him as they spoke.

The battered door still bore the marks from the battle, old and rusted with old scorch marks on it's surface. Walking through he found the library as decimated as he had expected. Wooden beams where blackened and decayed with a thick layer of ash and dust on the floor. Couldn't have burned for long before the fire chocked out, but enough to render the contents destroyed. Book covers and pieces of paper where still among the rubble, but both where ruined beyond repair. However his interest was elsewhere, and he felt the book before he even entered the room. The faintest of pulls, like a tiny string of magic in the darkness.

He walked along the left wall, feeling his hand across the old stone to find the exact place.

A few more steps forwards and he found it. Pouring the slightest bit of magic into it he willed the stone to retreat. A low scraping sound and a small crevice appeared. Koraaviik reached in and grabbed a sizeable tome and a smaller notebook.

Calling for an orb of soft orange fire to hover beside him he observed the books.

The enchantments had preserved them well, though they were not unaffected by the passing of time. The colour was mostly faded, the bright reds now more resembled a dirty brown. With the detailed engravings that told of it's fine craftsmanship worn and crumbled.

He opened the notebook to find the ink unclear at places. A few pages where unreadable, but he was confident that it could be restored with a bit of work.

Not too bad.

The big tome however was the most important one. Before he could open it however he felt a slight pull, confused at first he realised it was from the bond. Midwahgein wasn't calling on him, he'd felt that twice before and this was not that.

This was lighter, like someone squeezing a bit harder. He looked back and waited for a moment, to see if she would call. No word came and no overwhelming emotion flowed through the bond either. He dismissed it for the moment, turning his attention back to the tome.

He ran a hand across the surface, brushing away a fine layer of dust. The book almost seemed to hum beneath his touch, familiar magic responding to his own.

He let out a sigh of relief. The cover might be worn, scratches and faded binding. But the contents where intact, the pages unharmed.

He tucked the notebook in his robe and the tome under his arm. With that taken care off he turned back to the main hall, only one thing left to check. As he entered he found the Archmage staring at him, intense and unflinching. Koraaviik held his gaze for a moment before dismissing him and moving towards the collapsed entrance. The main way in and out of the temple. The path the rebels had carved their way through and collapsed behind them as they left. Unfortunate for them it was only one of 3 ways of getting into the temple.

But he cared little for the rubble, his attention was on the withered corpses scattered near the archway. She had fought well, but died quickly - skill and equipment could only get you so far when you were outnumbered and fighting multiple opponents at once.

His memory of the battle was weirdly fragmented, some parts he remembered vividly. Others where little more than flashes of colour and sound. The thing that he really remembered was the hate in the rebels as they battled, revenge for the thousands that had been sacrificed.

And hope.

Hatred for the dragons and a hope for a whatever future they sought by getting rid of them.

He kicked over a dusty skeleton, or part of it, the left arm and part of the shoulder was gone, a rusty broken blade on the floor besides it. It wasn't one of his, the sword was the wrong design and the body lacked any of the signature armour, which left him a rebel.

How he or she died was anyone's guess, but judging by the missing limb it hadn't been pretty. He looked away from the bones and continued his search. He was fairly sure she had died somewhere near the entrance.

Only question was which corpse was hers? He suspected that the rebels had buried most of their dead, a proud tradition. The only corpses he could imagine them leaving behind were those battered and burnt beyond recognition. The rebels had made it quite clear that they didn't consider those who sided with dragons worthy of burial. In fact he was pretty sure that, for all intents and purposes they hadn't even considered him to be a human anymore.

He stepped away from another corpse, when a small glint caught his eye. It was a reflection, from one of the blue lights floating around the room. He stepped closer and for the first time of the day he allowed himself to feel a little hopeful, there on the dusty and half broken stone floor was a black gem.

It was wrapped in an intricate spiral of gold that led to a small hole in the top that was connected to a thin, finely crafted chain.

It was the necklace Nirah had been wearing during the battle. An altered black soul gem, designed to catch hers at the moment of death.

Koraaviik wasn't sure if there was a limit to how long a soul could stay sealed in a crystal. He and Midwahgein had come through without much issue but they hadn't used a soul gem.

The main reason being no one had ever trapped a dragon soul before, and certainly not in a simple soul gem. Most soul gems couldn't even hold a human soul. Perhaps one capable of holding a dragon soul was possible, but they had neither time nor interest when other simpler solutions existed.

The gem was only supposed to catch her soul which, while being a way to prevent her from dying completely still left the issue of actually having a body. Well if he managed to preserve her soul for four thousand years he was pretty sure he could figure out a way to move said soul into a body. Just another thing in the pile of things they needed to do. Well things he needed to do, Midwahgein couldn't really help him with this one.

With a sigh he bent down and carefully picked up the necklace, it miraculously seemed to be undamaged from the battle besides a few scrapes on the gold. He looked down at the remains of her corpse, with a sombre expression. She died fighting for him, the least he could do was to try and bring her back. He carefully put on necklace before turning back to his bonded. She and the Archmage seemed to have come to some agreement. The latter swiftly picking things up and signalling for the other two to get moving. The wounded one seemed to struggle a bit but he managed to get up with some help. The Archmage gave him another glance, and Koraaviik was sure Midwahgein noticed as well. Perhaps it was nothing more than an interest in keeping eyes on them both.

Tome firmly grasped underneath one arm he stood beside her and watched as the mages packed their things.

"How did it go? Did he have something interesting to say?"

"I found a place for us to stay. We will be going this collage of theirs in a few days."

That... was not what Koraaviik had expected. But looking around the old, destroyed temple he did understand. The place resembled a graveyard or tomb more than a temple, and while it held a place in his heart as theirs... it was nothing like he remembered it.

Perhaps she was right, getting a change of scenery, away from the old scars of their past and into the present would be good. Also Koraaviik reminded himself, she far from trusted mortals, so if she'd decided to give this Archmage the benefit of doubt then Koraaviik was more than willing to follow. Magic was the greatest power that existed, only shadowed by the shouts of the dragons. To visit a college of magic? No matter how things turned out understanding how their skills and abilities had evolved over time, to see what they where now capable off was an important step.

Knowing their strengths and weaknesses would only be beneficial. Be they allies or enemies.

They both watched as the trio packed and got ready to move. Well the two of them mostly, the wounded one stayed by the exit. Koraaviik figured he must have been the first to find the stone, or at least the first to be 'persuaded' to break it. In all honesty he would not have expected the person or beast to survive it. It was powerful enchantments, and while not designed with exploding in mind - so much raw magic being unleashed at once was bound to make a mess. But the man seemed fine... more or less. A few nasty bruises and a broken arm by the looks of it.

Lucky.

The mages kept sending weary glances their way. No doubt wondering if they would just be able to leave like that.

He switched his attention to Midwahgein, figuring they wouldn't do anything other than run off at earliest possibility.

"Did the city folks have anything useful to say?" The arch mage looked up at the sound of talking but quickly went back to his work.

Midwahgein continued to look at the mages as she spoke. "It was quite sad to be honest."

Koraaviik tilted his head in confusion. What did that mean?

"Turns out mortals are even more hopeless than I thought. Without a common enemy it seems they turned on themselves." A dismissing huff before she explained. "The land is split by civil war."

Koraaviik was a bit stunned at the news. A civil war.

She shook her head slightly, a human like gesture he noted with a bit of curiosity. One he'd never seen another dragon use.

"They trash and scream to be left alone, so you humour them. Grant them the freedom they so desperately desire... And the moment you look away, they go for each others throats."

"Why? Against whom, what are they fighting for?"

"Politics from what I understood. One group wants Skyrim to be independent, the other believes the empire is their only salvation." Her tone was slightly dismissive, like the whole thing was an unnecessary and boring mess. Koraaviik wasn't about to object to that thought, but there where so many questions he needed to ask.

"The empire?" It sounded big and specific. It wasn't just any empire, it was the empire. Like the simple mention was enough for people to know exactly what was discussed.

"Oh apologies, it's... Well I'm not sure I fully understand it either. It seems to be a big coalition of a sort. A number of regions united under the banner of the empire. What Skyrim needs salvation from I didn't ask."

A short pause before she continued.

"The place we where resting is called 'Whiterun hold'. A sort of independently ruled section of Skyrim if I understood correctly. They split the county into 9 of these, each ruled by their own Jarl. It seems it's these Jarls who disagree and are at war with each other. For now I think it best to steer clear of this mess until we know more. But I fear we cannot fully avoid it."

Koraaviik simply nodded. That was... a lot. Another piece of his idyllic picture of the new world was stripped away unceremoniously. But civil wars where usually fought for good reason, you won't get neighbours to kill each other without at least some motivating factor. So two factions to understand. One was this empire and the other was -

"Did the independent faction have a name?"

"The rebelling faction call themselves the Stormcloaks according to the jarl. He seemed to have mixed feelings for them."

Stormcloaks... weird name, but it did have a certain ring to it.

So the empire against the Stormcloaks. Motivations where still to be discovered, but this was certainly a start. And nine of these holds in total, not too dissimilar to how the place had been ruled before. Though he wondered how they resolved disputes between these Jarls. In their time the priests had ruled, but the final word was from the dragons.

But then the questions answered itself.

There was a civil war, between a number of these leaders. So perhaps they solved the disputes in whatever way they felt was fitting. Simple if a bit primitive. But such was the world of politics.

They had not had much crime, aside from that conducted by a number of the priests and dragons, at least in the beginning.

He remembered the land as beautiful but chaotic. Ever changing as Koraaviik had grown up in a time of turmoil and transition. The rebellion against the dragons had been brewing all his life, discontent sowed and slowly nourished by atrocities and crimes against innocent civilians. They had written their own death sentence, a group of blind dragon priests walking towards their end, a delusional smile on their face and as they thought themselves invincible. The dragons sadly hadn't been much help, they looked to Alduin for orders. He was the strongest and so the undisputed ruler, but he did not rule. He carried the tittle but never used it. Conquered all the land beneath him, and then left it to rot.

Alduin liked the power, but hated the responsibility that came with it.

Word was that he had died in the fighting, near the end of the rebellion. But it would seem his death was greatly exaggerated, if the ancient they fought was to be believed.

It seemed only logical to conclude that the priests were all dead. But with Alduin alive, the clock was already ticking. If he was bringing dragons back, and if they where as cold and vengeful as the ancient they battled - then he feared history would repeat itself. Who the victor would be this time around was anyone's guess. But the dragons had been at the height of their power last time, and yet they suffered a defeat. Unless Alduin brought them all back they would be scattered and outnumbered. But then again, so where the humans, scattered at least.

Koraaviik let out a sigh as he closed his eyes. So many things at once. Civil war, returning dragons, Alduin, mages from a college and four thousand years of history to catch up on.

Daunting at best, impossible at worst.

Priorities would have to be made, but he had his own work to do, his own magic to study.

He looked up only to see the mages had left, he didn't know when, but the temple was calm and silent. Midwahgein remained standing beside him, looking towards the door to the library. Equally deep in thought he guessed.

"So what is our plan?" He knew they still had much to do, but the last few days seemed successful.

"We will rest here for a few days while they return to their college."

He nodded, it seemed reasonable that they should be there first. If only to inform the rest of the college of their arrival. A small part of his mind suggested it might be a trap. Return and prepare to ambush them on arrival. But the reasoning was flawed and what would they stand to gain? No be calm Koraaviik.

Rest, recover and train.

In a few days time they would be going to this college, hopefully they could stay there for a while as they settled into this new time. Too much moving around already, cliff, Bromjunaar, grassy plains and now this. Their old temple, a warzone and a graveyard of the past. All of that within a few days.

Koraaviik was pulled from his thoughts as Midwahgein spoke up. "You should rest for a bit, I'll go hunt for some food"

He was about to protest when she simply stood up, walked a few steps forward before taking off. Mighty wingbeats propelling her through the open roof, leaving him alone in the temple.

As soon as the sound of her wingbeats grew faint he felt his stomach rumble. It had been some time since they last ate, if anything he was surprised it took this long. But nothing he could do about it until she returned. He was thirsty though, and that was something he could deal with. There was a small spring of water running through the mountain. Out by the kitchens. He'd never gone there himself, but unless the room had caved in he might be lucky.

But before he did that, he moved his hands up to the straps of his mask and loosened them. The draconic mask was pulled off with ease, resting lightly in his hands. It's looks where deceiving for it's age, a bit of dust and grime lined the surface - which he gently brushed away.

He the felt magic in the mask beneath his fingers, unyielding, even after all this time. It felt weird not to be wearing it, the slight change in vision and slow wind on his face made him feel oddly naked.

But there was little reason for it here, the mages were gone, leaving the halls empty and silent. And while it was a way to honour Midwagein and the position he had been given... he paused as a small smile crossed his face.

Well he'd been wearing it for over four thousand years, where the purple robed mage to be believed. A few days without it should be acceptable.

With that thought in mind he fastened it to his belt, then began his search for the spring, orb of fire following for light.

He moved through an empty corridor and an equally decrepit storage room before he found it. Passing through the archway he found the old dusty metal stoves. The chairs where gone, as where the shelves and storage boxes, all replaced by dust. It was a grand room, with an equally grand dining hall connected to it's side.

People had been cooking, feasting, conversations of past and present lasting long into the night.

The roaring flames and smell of food present in every corner and crevice of the temple. He smiled a bit at the memory, and what he had now. Half raw meat from a dragon hunt, cooked by yours truly.

He shook his head, he wasn't sure what he preferred. Raw meat with good company or a delicious dinner with politicians and merchants. Thinking about it the choice was easy, the meat wasn't even that bad, though cooked over a fire, with spices and honey...roasted garlic bread and mashed potatoes...

Another grumble from his stomach.

He let out a sigh, at this point anything would do.

Passing a few ovens and firepits he found what he was looking for. A small stream of water, smaller than he remembered it too. It was a limited, but steady splash of water than ran down the stone wall into a crevice in the floor. He took a few good sips, before finding a bowl and washing the worst of the dust off.

A few days here should do them both some good.

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I'm starting school again so next chapter might be a few weeks away :c