bythewaves | IC Inbox [Eachdraidh]

You did? [Definite confusion there.] I did? [Pause] Oh. Well. Yes. I did.

[Pause again.] You did?

[ Panic fading to wariness and amusement ]

Aye. I am sorry. I have woken you, have I not? But it was a very terrible dream, and I feared for you.

Have no worry, my friend. [Aubri takes a moment to stretch and shake.] It was, wasn't it? Terrible, yes? I do not know what to make of it.

I am just glad you are well. [ A soft sigh ] Aye, a very terrible dream. You are not the only one, either. I too dreamt, although I do not think anyone saw mine, and it too was one of grief and darkness. Not the same as yours, I do not think!

I wonder... [He trails off, shakes his head. Memories had been shared before. Why not dreams? It's an odd thing, to be sure, but not exactly without precedent -- at least not here, in the Drabwurld.] What did you dream?

I... I dreamt...of the Station, and claws tearing it apart. A storm, and a tower. Like a fist reaching into the sky.

[ Maglor shudders ] It was far too reminiscent of Thangorodrim, where Maedhros my brother was enslaved.

A great creature and its only purpose is to bring death on the heels of a storm. It is too familiar to be called coincidence.

It is, is it not? I wonder what is coming - and who sought to give the warning.

I wonder if it is truly a warning.

Warning, or threat you mean? [ Maglor hums thoughtfully ] I do not know. Either way, the danger seems clear.

That is exactly what I mean. I suppose you are right, though: either way, we may well be in danger.

Mm. You are not near the Station, are you my friend? I think I will warn our friends to stay clear for now. Your dream of freezing cold makes me think of Muscovy's General Winter... or worse, the Frost Wyrms of my own world. Whether it is the same beast as in my dream I know not.

I have been spending most of my time near Caer Glaem. I have not visited the Station in some time now.

[A pause] Tell me more of this Winter? Of these Wyrms?

General Winter I do not know - he comes when Muscovy calls him and... I think he is not dissimilar a being to our young Jack Frost - a bringer of winter. Muscovy says he has a pact with him - protection for the permission of winter to rule his lands.

As for the Frost Wyrms... I do not know. They are whispers and rumors only. But in my world not all dragons breathe fire. The cold-drakes did not have flame at all, and rumor whispers that to some of them the Enemy gave breaths of frost and cold, instead.

Perhaps I will speak with both Muscovy and Jack Frost. They may have some insight that we do not.

What became of the Wyrms?

True, I did not think of that - although Muscovy, at least, has little understanding of the General, I think.

The Wyrms... I do not know. Rumor has it they vanished into the North, where the Snow Men live, but we did not have strongholds there. If Morgoth brought them down for the War I did not see them. Perhaps they are still there.

That such creatures can vanish so easily disturbs me.

Mm, although I suppose they were only rumor, in the beginning - perhaps they did not exist at all? Certainly, I never encountered any, although I have had plenty of experience with both the fire-drakes and the cold-drakes. And if they do exist, well... apart from the Lossoth there are precious few folk who live in the North, and the lands there are largely unexplored. Plenty of places to hide.

Perhaps a violent storm, the likes of which none have seen before, could be mistaken as the rage of such a creature -- but then something would have to fuel the storm. My world was torn apart by such storms, but they were the result of a magical cataclysm. Not a creature, perhaps, but created by powerful forces.

That is a possibility true, but the storms created by the Valar and Maia tended to ... have a certain feel to them. Even at the height of the War, I never noticed anything of the kind, although I suppose not all are as aware of the Song as I and my kin. Still, I hope they did not exist, else there is a threat in the cold watches of my world that might yet wake from slumber.

Are there not always threats slumbering somewhere?

[Aubri sighs heavily, shakes his head.] I did not mean to wake you, Maglor. You have my apologies. I... do not know how that happened.

True enough. But a dragon! That is a fell one indeed.

Nay, tis fine! I sleep little, these days. I wish I had an answer for you, but I know not.

And I have interrupted what little you get. [He's grousing, huffy, but it's all annoyance at himself.] I am truly sorry.

No, no! I was awake anyway. [ Maglor assures ] My dream was only a few minutes earlier than yours.

[He nods, somewhat mollified.] Still. It's odd. A trick of the Drabworld, perhaps.

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/makes stuff up

/chinhands

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