First Snow of Winter

Part 4: The IceLand Finders
Ysvelt looked to the North from his Cavern on Lantessama Isle. He had specially requested a room facing the North, facing his home. Chaltyk and Lityan had found each other here, building a new home for themselves but things were different for Ysvelt. He really wanted to get back on track, but that was rather hard when you were homesick and in a place where things moved faster than he was used to. All the new things he had had to adjust to made him appreciate the simplicity of his former life.
The past weeks an idea had formed in his mind. At first there had been little thoughts, comparing life as it was to life as it had been. Always the life in IceLand had won these little contests. Later on he had been wondering, at night when he couldn't sleep, about the life he had left. And every time these inner discussions were ended by the same question: "Would it be the same now she was gone?" 
Ysvelt remembered these thoughts from one year ago. The two year anniversary of Greyne's death came closer and though he knew she was gone, his heart was still waiting for her to come through the door and make it alright. But how would she find him this far from their home?
His mind kept wondering, probing the possibility. And all the time Ysvelt kept staring, the cold mountains in the North that sheltered IceLand in the West a faint smear against the sky.
Lityan walked around the mountains accompanied by her own ghosts when she stopped to stare at the sea. Maybe later she could go for a swim, how odd it was to think about water as something you could swim in. Odd and familiar at the same time. Lityan absentmindedly caressed her belly. Her own child, not yet visible in her figure, would know how to swim, would learn all the wonderful things she had had to miss. No-one knew about her child yet, no-one but she herself and the dragons. And though they were wonderful creatures, wise and caring they also had an irritating innocent way around her now. She knew it was all for her good that they wanted her to see the Isle healer, or at least some dolphins but Lityan wanted to be alone with her child for a little while longer.
Lityan placed herself under a tree and looked around, a faint smile on her slender face. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, the faint presence of Nizryth touched her mind.
"Are you alright?" the purple asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, Nizryth. I'm just a bit tired." Lityan answered her dragon.
"Myoth says Ysvelt is watching the sea too, maybe you should visit him."
"I can't disturb him now!" Lityan said determined.
"Why not? Does a brooding mother not have everyone working for her to protect her eggs?"
"With dragons maybe. Ysvelt lost his wife and my happiness might make him feel more sad about his loss."
"Or it might cheer him up." The purple relentlessly tried making her point.
Lityan sighed, "Soon, okay, just not know."
"Lityan?" a voice asked.
"Here Ysvelt!" Lityan said waving from her comfortable perch.
"Nizryth told me you had to tell me something." Ysvelt asked her.
"Nothing important." Lityan said looking at Nizryth with a look that didn't obscure the feelings she was having for her dragon at that time, "How are you holding up?"
Ysvelt fell silent, staring at the horizon with Lityan beside him. The silence was rather uncomfortable and Lityan opened her mouth to say something stupid when Nizryth reclaimed her status as wise dragon.
"Maybe you should go visit her." She told the two humans.
"Who?"
"Greyne of course. She is not like when we die, swallowed in the Elsewhere."
Lityan was about to say something not very flattering to her dragon when to her surprise Ysvelt nodded.
"That is not such a bad idea, Nizryth. Maybe I should go."

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