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It was quiet in the whispering woods.
They held a calm and comforting atmosphere.
Morax figured that’s why Barbatos always chose to sleep here.
If he were as lazy as him, he could see himself also laying down for a nap here, bathing his dark scales in the sunlight, which was slipping through the tree branches.
But that’s not what he had come here for.
Morax held the fine wine bottle carefully in his hands, as he looked for his old friend.
„He isn’t here.“
The Geo Archon turned to see a young man standing there. But he already knew him. That teal hair, those blue horns…
„Dvalin… Could perhaps tell me where he is?“
The young dragon of 1000 years clutched something in his hands.
It looked like a horribly made blanket.
No doubt one of Barbatos‘ miserable handcrafts.
„He’s asleep. He needs to recharge.“
„Already? Hasn’t he just woken up to deal with that other dragon?“
„Lord Morax, that was almost two years ago.“
Had it already been two years? Time slipped by far too easily for beings like him.
„Still, that seems a bit unusual…“
„It does…“ Dvalin looked down and started to walk past the Geo Lord and laid the blanket down on a sunny spot of grass.
„But Papa had only claimed he was overridden by sudden fatigue, so he laid down to recharge again.“
Hm. How unpleasant.
And here Morax had thought he could share a good drink with his friend once again.
He sighed: „Well, if that is how things are…“
Dvalin laid down on the sad excuse of a blanket. Looking at it again, Morax could vaguely make out the shape of something that probably was supposed to look like a dragon, maybe even Dvalin himself, but it rather resembled a chicken.
Morax put the wine bottle on a nearby boulder, for the god, for when he woke up. Or a lucky traveler.
First come, first serve.
Dvalin closed his eyes to start his nap near his father, but was interrupted by Morax one last time.
„He did seem to need it though. He‘s sleeping so deeply, I can hardly sense his presence in this world.“
Dvalin didn’t respond, only closed his eyes again.
He didn’t tell the leaving Lord of Geo how he also could barely feel his father‘s presence.
How he always laid to sleep or nap by his resting place, just to make sure he was still there.
Because Barbatos‘ presence was so weak, you could only feel it directly at his resting place.
Almost as if he wasn’t wholly part of this world anymore.
„I hope you’re sleeping well, Papa…“ Dvalin murmured into the ground and softly slipped into his own rest, not knowing how far away his father’s consciousness really was.