The Forgotten Zodiac

Cynyr lifted his head and gazed at the eternal being, then nodded and said Alright. You're welcome to speak to him as you wish, you know. He's more than made amends for the past. He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping half-cat, smiling. Welk twitched in his sleep and turned over, cuddling up against Werr as tightly as he could manage. A light sense of his current dream entered Werr's mind; the light, arid smell of the ocean, and flying fish.

Welk started to purr a moment later, a sound that had been missing from the boy's life for about four months. A few minutes later, the string of feeling along the bond disappeared and Welk's eyes opened, staring blurrily ahead without seeing. His vision cleared quickly, and he stretched with a slow, cat-like agility before curling in a ball against Werr, one hand twinned into his friend's shirt.

Welk didn't protest, merely because he was still a tad out of it. He closed his eyes at Werr's touch, giving a tired purr and smiling, flicking his long, fluffy tail. Cynyr came over and stroked his blonde hair back, then carefully tugged Welk upright so Airlia could check him over properly. It reminded Cynyr of times when Welk was younger; he was quiet and prone to staring, just letting his limbs be moved around as others wanted them. He had been like that whenever he was sick as a child.

"Never been better..." he said sleepily, attempting to give a drowsy smile, and when he made to stand, he just ended up collapsing backwards against Werr. He didn't fall back asleep, but just cuddled against the boy, purring non-stop.

Perhaps when Airlia examined him, she would notice that every scar he had ever received had vanished. The 'X' over his chest from Malice, the long, thin line from Relic tearing him open, all of them were gone. Not that it was a bad thing, but it showed how thourough Naybrin's powers had been.

Welk's eyes brightened at once, and he nodded and flicked his tail happily. But he didn't start walking until after he had hugged Werr as tightly as he could. It had been really scary, being stuck in that lifeless void for so long. He felt like he had been elsewhere, but he couldn't remember it at all. All he knew was the cold darkness and being afraid...

Zephyr carried Vuker with a soft, sad air, still upset over Naybrin's death. He lifted his gaze and tilted his head at the drakeling, saying "I don't know. Perhaps if I channeled my new powers, I could see what's going on, but...it would be hard. I don't yet understand them completely." He sighed, looking over at Nate.

"No, I can take you," Zephyr said, nodding his head once. "It is the least I can do. Welk deserves to have his love in his life again, just as you, Dark-Eyes, deserved to have him returned to yours." The dragon gave a small smile as Werr hugged Welk tightly, to which the half-cat gave a purr and flicked his tail.

Luna glared at him, then said "Like I'm going to listen to the guy who kidnapped me." She crept forward and tried the doorknob. Upon finding it locked, she quickly pulled a pin out of her hair and pushed it into the lock, working it slowly until it clicked. She then pushed it open, her long silver hair flashing as she disappeared inside. It was fairly dark, really, and she could hardly see a thing. She didn't care if Zex followed her in or not, but personally, she hoped he stayed out.

Luna flinched at the roar, but her usual anger swelled at once. "SHUT UP!" she roared back at him, in dragon tongue. "If you would hush for a few seconds, I could tell you that I'm a captive here too! I didn't even know there was a dragon down here, so how could I bring you food?! Now sit down and calm down, for the Divine's sake!"

The dragon stared at her, slack-jawed. Now that it was sitting still, Luna could see that it was badly scarred, cut, and dreadfully underfed. Its wings were limp on the ground, unused for many a year and obviously so. But, after taking a moment to let Luna's words registered, it lowered its haunches to the ground, the rest of him following. He held his head low in submission. "I'm sitting. I am." It said solemnly.

Luna sighed, saying "Good," shortly before moving forward. Her hands found his nose and held his muzzle in her delicate palms, and she was somehow able to feel his entire body through this one touch. It was an ability she had always had, but usually Amnairians had somewhat similar powers, or the ability was copied.

She was the only one who had powers like these.

She bravely stroked his scales, running her nails all along his cheeks and over his eyes, even fondling his ears. She moved against him and ran her hands along his neck, moving to his body and around his tail, finally travelling up his other side in order to take his muzzle into her hands again, patting between his eyes.