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Amethyst	It's another night at Amethyst's alchemy shop. The two are just relaxing upstairs, Amethyst looking out over the horizon at the stars, as tho she could find some idea of what to do from them. "Oh Father, what would /you/ do?" she asks no one.
Hoarfrost	The busy day of alchemy over Hoarfrost has chosen to spend the night. Reading a book she found interesting while in the lab she had cuddled up with it by a lamp. Glancing up at she hears her friend speak. "I've always found those questions curious." Voice soft, maybe even a hair longing in it. "People wondering what their ancestors before them would do, that is. Never seemed ..." frowning a bit not sure what she even meant to say. "Sorry I don't know what I am trying to even ask." Closing the book softly and giving her friend a concerned look.
Amethyst	"<Oh Luna, what would you have me do?>" Amethyst follows up with old realm, before turning and grinning at her friend. "Ancestor Worship is discouraged by the Order." pause "Not that I'm letting them stop me. and I'm sure if he is dead his soul is trapped anyway" the little Dragon shakes her head and captures one last look at the stars and the moon before wandering over to Frostie and just laying her head against her friend's shoulder. "Just what am I gonna do?"
Hoarfrost	"Is it a form of worship? I mean it is when we reach out to Luna and pray." Hoarfrost looks lost in thought for a moment. "I suppose emulation is a kind of worship. " musing aloud to no one in particular turning her head to the window, to the stars and the moon. Lost in thought she almost misses Amethyst set down. Brought back as her friends head leans into her shoulder. Reflexively she leans in against her. A little sigh of contentment. "Is this another form of worship?" smile spreading over her lips and giving a little giggle. "Or are you seeking advice from someone a little closer?" realizing her hand is about her friends waist, trying very hard to fly casual at the little bit of contact.
Amethyst	"Mmm I don't know. Are you a spirit? I should be careful about it~" the alchemist chuckles. She seems quite comfortable, she is with an old friend, after all. "But really, I just wanna be comfortable. that's all. A little bit of peace amid a storm." "And, when you pray to Luna, does she ever answer them?"
Hoarfrost	"I'm the great protector of my forest I'll have you know." Hoarfrost tries to look proud and regal. "The witch of the Witnersong Forest, the Mindwinter's Unicorn. I've come to the aid of animal and man alike. Scared away the Fierce poachers and loggers alike" Tempted to take her spirit shape, but the room wasn't really built for a whole ass horse. Unable to keep the act up she laughs and relaxes back into position with Amethyst. "Only the once, when it mattered most." The witch answers softly fiddling with her hair. "The one who trained me, says she often responds in unexpected ways though. Through the roots of the world, and the endless winds above. I like to think she helps guide my hand in my sorcery. Even if that is perhaps over hopeful."
Amethyst	"I've never heard the Dragons say anything to me. Always stuff about them, I honor them every morning. I have given my share of offerings to them. And if it's helped, I'm not sure. Maybe all of it's why I ended up breathing my second breath. The Dragons do work in weird ways." Amethyst shrugs and ruffles Frost's hair. "Maybe one day I'll be lucky enough to see Luna myself. Or one of the Dragons. I'd love to meet Danaa'd." "What was it like, when Luna spoke to you?"
Hoarfrost	Hoarfrost furrow her brow remembering some of the lore, or was it something she recalls from Eos? Its hard to tells some days where the memories begin and end sometimes when she thinks. "They do speak to you." Tilting her head a little to meet with her friends eyes. A bit of silver essence around her irises, her essence bringing the memories to her "The Unconquered Sun and Luna choose their scions. The dragons shed their blood and planted their teeth to make an army of dragons, a never ending tied of their might. In your very blood is Danaa'd. You look in the mirror now and see them every time. Your love for them is love for yourself."
Amethyst	Amethyst tilts her head a little bit, and fetches a mirror to look at herself. "In me, is Danaa'd? I, guess that would make sense. If her blood flows through my veins, part of her essence lies within me. But why isn't Luna in your eyes, then?" Amethyst can't quite wrap her head around what Frosty is telling her.
Hoarfrost	Peeking at the mirror as Amethyst looks tilting her head curiously at the question. "I am not made of Luna, and my children if I had any would be stronger than any mortal but will not exalt as one of Luna's chosen. Luna is not in my veins because she still is, and resides in heaven." Placing a hand on Amethysts shoulder rather worriedly. Part of her suddenly unsure if this is a thing that should be said aloud. Another unsure why the truth should be obscured. It is enough to give her pause in her explanation.
Amethyst	"...Meanwhile I am, made of Danaa'd?" Amethyst furrows her brow. "What happened to her then, then, if her essence is in..." And the penny drops. There's a silence that hangs in the air for a good few moments "...all of us. She's... not around anymore, is she? Or I guess in a way, she became a thousand little fragments that in turn, became us, the Dragons, the Princes of Earth, the Children of the Five Dragons." Amethyst has this unsettled look on her face.
Hoarfrost	A soft nod of confirmation. "Not as a single contiguous being. I would say they are very much around, though." Giving a little squeeze to let Amethyst it is going to be okie. "I-is that not ... known?" suddenly unsure again where she knew that from. Trying to feel out if it was Eos or not. "I admit I assumed it was ..." shrugging a little "more religious metaphor?"
Amethyst	"Well, I just thought that they, ya know, were still about. Just off doing their own things. I never expected the 'They're inside all of us' to be more literal than not." Amethyst says, rubbing her head. She leans against her friend. "Maybe I need to start thinking about changing how I worship... given that the dragons aren't actually around to answer any sort of prayers. It's like I'm praying to the entire Dragon Host. And I dunno about you, but I don't fancy my odds in them helping us."
Hoarfrost	"I ..." Feeling like she took something important from her friend. The two conflicting parts of her still at war in her mind. "I do not know if there is nothing to hear you. Surely a whole religion so wide spread would not center on itself..." the logic is sound but her own mind, in an unusually cynical manner can't help but see the use of structuring a whole society with such a lie. It would serve the dragons to be worshiped above all others. Still she tries to smile of her friend. "Do not take an Anathema's word for it. You wouldn't be you without the guidance you have gotten from these texts."
Amethyst	"But they're wrong." Amethyst says direly, "You're not Anathema. You're beautiful." She says, a little tear forming in her eye. "And it just seems like they're becoming more wrong by the day. I did base myself on these texts, I made them part of me, and now for what. There's fundamentals about them that aren't right. And I would be hardly the only immaculate to lose my faith." She can't help but think of Silk, and how Silk surely doesn't believe in the dragons now that she's become something the Immaculate Order deems anathama. "Besides. I am no Earth Dragon. Mine is to flow and bend and change. And how long would it be before my dedication got me killed by your kind, anyhow? Just from misunderstanding and centuries of distrust. If I am to run with you, I have be more like you folks." Amethyst closes her eyes and lowers her ears, knowing full well what a drastic change this is. "Or I could run to the isle and have them put my faith back together and turn me against you."
Hoarfrost	"You did take them in. Built yourself on them. I am not equipped to defend them but I can say they helped you become a beautiful person as well Amethyst." Carefuly trying to take one of her friends hand in her own. Just looking for a little way to connect. "But you should always welcome change. It is not you're your nature it is what we all need to survive." She gives an affirming smile. "If you really wish to become more like us then I would be happy to show you what I can. The pack is a home for everyone and we could use your strength." Eyes more than a little hopeful.
Amethyst	Amethyst takes the hand, Frosty can feel the water pooling on Amethyst's body from her emotions. The smell of the sea is strong as she sheds her tears. "I..." She says, her voice hushed and whispered, barely audible above the emotions flaring inside of the child of Danaa'd. "don't know what I want. I just want things to be ok again." it's clear that this entire idea, the fact that the dragons /are gone/ has... sort of broken her. More than sort of, really. Considering all of the times she's named them, all of the moments she's prayed to them, all of the wishes she's sent and hopes she's dreamt with them. And the fact that they just... aren't. Again it is just too much for her. Even one who can stand up to the impossible, eventually can no longer stand. And there's a steadily growing puddle around Amethyst from all of those tears. Perils of not having a grip on her own essence.
Hoarfrost	That feeling of having removed something vital mounts. It is like watching a jenga tower fall In slow motion. All of this has been scrambling to put it back but it is too late. The weight of it starts falling onto her own heart. Eyes darting over back and forth trying to think of a way to fix it, a way to reassure her friend. Something in her brought closer to the edge as she hurts one she has sworn to protect. The mini rain shower they are both kind of just sitting in here in the shop, hiding the tears that start to flow from her own face. "I-its going to be okie Amethyst." Not sounding as sure about things as she did a moment ago.
Amethyst	And then it stops. Which is actually more terrifying, as clearly the Dragon has come to come to some sort inner consensus. She rises, and looks down on the Anathema. "Well either you're wrong or you're misleading me, Anathema." Oh. That's not a good consensus. "You're clearly not quite the friend I thought you were." Her expression hardens into a glare. "Get out of my sight."
Hoarfrost	Hoarfrost remains kneeling on the floor as Amethyst rises. The witch looks much smaller than she has before. Hand still out from wear the contact was broken as the other moved away. She looks down to the spot her friend just was. The words make her flinch as if struck. A moment of dissidence in the air followed by a crackling sound of ice. The pool the Anathema kneels in freezing around her fractile patterns expanding and growing from her. "As you wish." Voice soft, servile and yet some how terrible. Fur spreading over her our stretched hand even as her nails harden into black claws. A soft pained snarl as teeth sharpen and her mouth becomes a muzzle. Body trembling mid shift before a whip crack of essence leaves not but a small artic fox. The same deep white as Hoarfrost's hair. It leaps for the window, pausing only a half moment to glance back with its pink eyes. Then it leaps from the sill and into the night.
Amethyst	It takes the young alchemist nearly a minute to realize what she just did, and she goes to the window to look for her friend, but, she fears she is too late. It's in this now humbled self that she walks downstairs, and looks at the alchemy she was doing just earlier, the antidote sitll sitting where she left it. And a glint catches her eye, the gold from the immaculate book she has, the one she's studied so extensively that she practically has it memorized. She looks at all of her other reagents, how much effort she had expended to procure them all. Alas, she had things she had to do. Maybe she doesn't have any answers, and maybe the questions stretch out too far. Maybe this explosive child of a dragon-blooded riding high off her essence sincerely needs someone in her life that she can trust to teach her. And her father might be long gone. Or he might not be. But he was never the best role model and he knows it. Instead she can only think of either her mother or that artic fox she just chased out denouncing her as Anathema. She can't imagine Frost will show her face around her shop anymore. Not after that. And so she stands outside of her shop, trying to remember the route to that forest. "This is stupid. This is absurd. She's Anathema. She's trying to poison your mind. No. Enough of this. If Danaa'd lies inside of me, than all I need to do, is listen. And what I feel her tell me, in my blood, in my bones, and in my soul, is that I need to go. And find her. And change with the tides. to keep my philosphy and adjust it, to make it heretical and to bend it like I would alter a mixture. And so that is why I will leave this behind, abandon my plans, abandon those dreams, for the sake of one and only one thing: So that I might go with the tide. I can always rebuild. But this is no home." And flames trail behind her as she ventures off with a small envoy behind her, carrying her supplies with her. She would make a new home, and make amends for what she had done.
Hoarfrost	It has been some time. The Wintersong forest is still a little more than a days journey by boat down the Yellow River, not to mention if your traveling by foot. Less if one knows how to fly. The small fishing village of Tideshore the last bit of civilization. The edge of the forest marked by years old damage of logging not far away. The damage ending right at the edge of where the icy ground begins. The familiar frozen trees beyond. The first time through the forest it seemed not much more than a straight shot to the center. Quickly though locations look familiar. Amethyst must have passed the same frozen creek twice. Something about the place suddenly turning against the young Dragon. The cold bites harder. Tree branches constantly grab and pull at her clothes. What should have taken perhaps an hour of travel has taken almost the entire day. Not till night time, the beams of waxing moonlight through the leafless branches can the water dragon make out a familiar clearing. Empty missing the strange mix of beasts that where living there before. Instead there is only one. A massive ice wreathed wolf that stands vigil in its center.
Amethyst	For the first time since before she went to elderloch, Amethyst is flanked by others. Behind her are her supplies, the food and water and alchemy and whatever else she saved from her old home, all brought here. And she sees the winter wolf, and nods to it. And as a gesture, she takes her athame and makes herself bleed, shocking those who have been trailing her. But instead of controlling her blood-she could very easily had turned that into a spell, it instead drips into the snow. It's an offering, and she bows her head to the wolf.
Hoarfrost	Petrichor as Amethyst came to know the great beast during there travels into the wyld. As she comes out to the clearing's edge the wolf stands, growling at the group of intruders. The growl of the massive creature sounding like an avalanche. Snow shaken from the trees spraying down on all those still in the forest. Each of its breaths cloud in the air, colder than the air around it. "Flee this place dragon." Voice strangely clear, feminine and oddly human despite the lack of lips, and mouth full of swords. Perhaps more importantly it has never spoken before as far an Amethyst has heard. "Before I devour your retainers while you watch."
Amethyst	Easily intimidated, her retainers start to back away from the wolf. "Devour me if you must. But you will do no harm to them so long as I still stand." Amethyst says. But, still she refuses to draw her weapon. A delay that could surely be costly should this become heated. "But I am staying. I made up my mind. I am Yim Amethyst, a child of Danaa'd, and a fae-blood born of Elderloch and marked by the Dreaming Court." The fact that does /not/ mention House Peleps or the Immaculate Philosphy is significant. "Or I will die trying to make amends for my actions. For the actions of the other dragons against your kind, Chosen of Luna."
Hoarfrost	"I know who you are child of Danaa'd." Its growls pacing between the edge of the clearing and the cabin beyond. "I am Petrichor, daughter of Night Fang loyal vassal of Hoarfrost Rent from Morning's Dew, and I do not share the soft heart of my Steward." She warns again hackles still up. Strange growl just under the oddly human voice. Eyes beyond the intelligence of any animal has any right to be, its focus on those that back away. The predator part of her urging it to pounce on the prey. Licking its chops, weighing the risk and reward. The beast doesn't look like it is moving, caught in this strange stalemate.
Amethyst	"Then surely you understand why I am here. And if I meant you any harm, we would not be speaking." Amethyst takes a step forward towards the beast. "I'm sure your Steward is here somewhere. If I had to guess, you're protecting her from me. Attack me if that's what you must. However, I will not fight." And she slowly starts to walk, wondering if this is where she will die. Her companions have uh, not done well. They have cowered behind the wagons.
Hoarfrost	"Oh I understand." The beast says in a growl. "To kill, to hurt. Your tricks will not work here." Voice raising, mouth snaping in anger at least once as it is continued to get riled up. "Of course I protect her." Anger matched only by the sudden sound of hurt in its voice. "She could not hurt a fly! She would be dead!" The movement cathes its eye. Howling in rage it snaps the air once before it leaps forward bares it teeth to the Dragon. The sound of the massive attacking hound spooking off the mortals into the forest. There is sharp pain. Cold misty breath. A moment Amethyst might not be tell what happened as the world spins. The pain doesn't' ease as sword sized teeth press into flesh but they hold not crush. While they might break the skin they just hold Amethyst in her mouth. A fang over the throat. Growling frustration as it turns and begins walking toward the small hovel in the center.
Amethyst	A whoosh, and a tensed moment, and then realizing she's caught in the monster's jaws, she just relaxes, waiting for it to be over. And then the ending doesn't come. And she's just left there in the snow. For a few moments Amethyst just lays there, confused and disoriented. Eventually she sits up, and confirms that she is actually alright. She rubs at her neck, right where the beast had its fang. It couldn't do it, she realizes. Somehow she's almost disappointed that this wasn't her ending. All the more reason she needs to seek out Hoarfrost. She is no dragon, but hopefully she can help her get to grips with this new power she controls. And so, she picks herself up, and looks towards the direction the wolf is walking. With no better ideas, she starts to follow. She decides to be silent.
Hoarfrost	The monster's ears are still back as it trod towards the building leaving angry sharp ice wherever it steps. There is still an annoyed growl in its throat. The walk to the cabin is silent. Only changing as they approach. Its eyes glaring death at the dragon. Swallowing back the anger trying to compose itself. "She ..." Petrichor starts as if trying to warn the dragon of something. With a frustrated growl lays back down on the ground. "Go ..." is all it manages
Amethyst	Amethyst stops with the glare of death, and tenses up in a more defensive stance than last time. But is relieved when it tells her to go. She wastes no time, and heads inside, bracing for whatever melacholy her friend has experienced from all of this.
Hoarfrost	The hovel of a cabin doesn't' look like much in the best of times. It is hard to tell what is new and what is old. The first room seems to serve as a mix of living room, kitchen. The fire is out in the old pot belly stove. A single cabinet hangs at an angle from the wall. Two broken chairs litter the floor leaving only a single sunken couch for sitting. The only door further in leads to an equally poor living conditions. A small shelf of books, a wardrobe, and a bed, on it a white unicorn. Horn, face, and neck covered in dried blood. As soon as it sees Amethyst is scrambles to its hooves.
Amethyst	Her clothing torn and burned, skin paler than she's ever seen it, with blood staining through where she cut herself earlier and where Petrichor left its mark. Amethyst is not exactly stellar right now either. Even her hair looks discolored, and her tattoos sit in a way never before seen: they just look like ordinary black tattooos. The week was clearly rough for both of them. "And so the five dragons faded into history, and we live on in their image, each taking their lessons and living with the power of their blood, it is our sworn duty to blah blah blah." Amethyst says, kneeling and bringing her head down. For all she read, for everything she consumed, it was not Frost that had it wrong. And again she takes her blade and lets her other arm drip in blood, another offering. "My sincerest apologies, lady Hoarfrost. I have come to make things right."
Hoarfrost	Wide wild eyes look at Amethyst and the exit she is blocking. Pressing her large form against the wall as if she is trying to be as far away as possible. Worried nay's and grunts every time the other woman moves. For all accounts it looks like she would bolt if she could but she is trapped in the heart of her own territory. She had told herself she had a plan. What she would do next but this ... its too soon she is not ready. Her own strength faltering a little bit. Wanting so badly to hug the other woman. Tears streaking down her cheek she carefully approaches head bowed. The blood doesn't seem to be from a wound. From the way it is down her head its from impaling something. Carefully she nuzzles the offered hand not seeming to mind the extra blood.
Amethyst	It has been some time. About two weeks since the event. And Amethyst /looks/ like she's spent a week out in wilderness. As a matter of fact, her ears are somewhat discolored and aren't really moving, they're just kinda tucked back. Amethyst is weak but steady, offering scritches to the unicorn. "I am so sorry my dear. So so sorry." The alchemist is also very cold.
Hoarfrost	The soft nuzzle turns into a more insistent the weight of her head pressing into the other. Slowly her form shifts. Shrinking in places, cracks reshapes. Slowly she becomes the small girl again, naked, still covered in blood. Long hair knotted and tangled. "I thought ... I thought ... are you gu-gunna ..." voice broken with body wracking sobs. Not at all seeming to mind the cold even in a state of undress. "Your hurt!" noticing a few of the old wounds, or even the fresh scrapes from her pet. Wiping tears and blood from her face. "Gods ... I'm sorry I didn't notice." Standing a new kind of panic as she tries to find all the things to help "The fire is out!" she notices "I'm so sorry it's a mess."
Amethyst	"I'll be alright." Amethyst says, chuckling, and then coughing. She is very much not alright, she looks like she's been in the wilderness and that hse's been very slowly freezing to death. And she turns her attention to where there would be a fire, and nods. She just goes over and puts various alchemical reagents in the fireplace, and then pours one of her silver canisters onto it, lighting the mixture. She relaxes near the fire. "I'm glad that you're alright." She says, not even paying much mind to the state of things around her. She might be happy she has some real shelther and a fire.
Hoarfrost	Hoarfrost is out the door in not but her birthday suit grabbing a few logs for the fire shutting the door behind her as she returns. Taking a dented kettle from the floor and going back out again to gather snow. Manically trying to make tea and make her little hovel of a house comfortable. "I-I don't get guests often ..." grabbing a tin of dried tea leaves, hands shaking not from the cold but from the emotions flipping through her little pale body.
Amethyst	"Least of which a Dragon, right?" Amethyst asks, giggling. Maybe if she wasn't so damn cold and tired and in pain she'd care more that her friend is naked. "It's alright. I understand. My own store is uh, also not looking too great. We have some catching up to do. And I did come here with a particular reason." Outside there's a few carts a short distance away that clearly weren't there before.
Hoarfrost	"R-right." Agreeing without much confidence as she roots through the wreckage of cups in the cabinet to pull out an old chipped china cup missing a handle and a basic clay mug that survived. "I-I'm surprised Petra let you in ..." the ritual of the tea slowly calming her nerves. Stealing glances to Amethyst warming herself at the fire. "She doesn't like p-people ... I kinda told her to ..." voice trailing off. She would have been worried if she hand't seen the dog outside keeping guard. "Reason-oh? Noticing the carts at the edge of the clearing.
Amethyst	"They definitely did not want me to come. But I, convinced 'em with my fearlessness or something." Amethyst isn't exactly sure how she ended up in here as opposed to bleeding out in the snow. "I decided I needed to move." Amethyst tells Frost. "After throwing you out my place it didn't feel right for me to stay there anymore."
Hoarfrost	"She wont admit it but I think she likes you." Just waiting on the water she returns to the bedroom colleting a thread bare, blood stained blanket to wrap herself in. "Which is a first, she had a rough time with poachers as a kit." Sitting in the middle of the packed dirt floor next to Amethyst. Hoarfrost's eyes are still distant staring off into the middle distance. "She would bite anything that walked on two legs. Even me for a while there at the beginning. Gripes every time I leave the forest without her. Could always tell I was leaving to see you ..." rambling a little at this point stirring out of it as Amethyst mentions to left her place behind. "Oh? That's too bad your place was so nice" Glancing up at the hovel she is in noticing a new hole in the ceiling as she does. "Your w-welcome to stay here, not much of a place I'm afraid, but its home."
Amethyst	"I did stand up to her and she came... within inches of killing me." Amethyst says smiling. "I don't think I've ever been so close to death before. And that brings me neatly to the biggest reason I came here. I am a mess." She gently checks on her ears and just flinches. Her ears have seen better days. "Ever since I Exalted I feel like I've been in a non-step tornado. And the only other chosen that I know I can trust, is the mostly-naked girl here." She smiles towards Frosty, and bows her head. "I understand if you can't really help me, but anything would be better than what I've been doing. I burned down my own store for goodness sake! After I made sure to gather all of the reagents from it." Priorities.
Hoarfrost	A slight quirk of a smile from that comes to the witches face. Eyes returning to the present glancing toward the door where she knows her friend is curled up outside. Wondering what had the beast hold back. To help her no doubt. Deep in thought she is shaken by the sound of the kettle slowly winding up its whistle. Nearly leaping up she begins to pour the water. Not even waiting to let the water cool enough not to burn the leaves. The warmth for Amethyst is more important than the flavor. Quickly passing her the cup. Cheeks reddening as it is pointed out she is mostly unclothed. Holding her blanket cloak closed with one hand and drinking from her cup in the other. "I ruined them ..." she admits rather embarrassed. "They ... didn't seem important at the time." Managing to look a little shy. Not particularly feeling overly exposed at the moment. The blood, and filth on her kind of makes her not really feel there is any point. "B-burned it down, you're not a fire-you mean intentionally?" shocked is a bit of an understatement. Falling into the sunken couch, shaking her head, muttering something colorful in old realm. "O-of course Amethyst. I'll help any way I can. I've shown many young Lunars. I'll be happy to teach you."
Amethyst	Amethyst giggles to herself, "I think we're both due for a visit to Rishi and whoever her clothing designer is." Amethyst's own clothing, which was neat and well kept if not particularly expensive, looks like its had as rough as week as her. It's also possible it's not quite up to the task of putting up with her anima. "I do mean intentionally." It's the same tone a mishaving child has with her parents when she knows she's done something wrong. "It will do me good to have some sort of a mentor through all of this. Tho our essences are different, water and moon do naturally synergize." She muses. "And eventually I'll have a place much nicer than that shack." Slowly color is starting to come back to her, and her ears finally thaw out while she's sipping tea. And gradually the sheer pain of being frostbitten comes through. "aaa, my ears. My poor frozen ears."
Hoarfrost	The tea calms her nerves thawing her heart even if her body wasn't bothered by the cold. She has had so many rowdy students. Some how this is different already. For one she rarely brought them home with her. "Intentionally." She repeats more for her own benefit than for her friends. She starts to open her mouth again. A lecture or lesion on the tip of her tongue but, she just doesn't have it in her today. "Shack ..." she says with a distant longing in her bones. "The moon rises up the water. I think it is a good fit." Finishing her cup she places it in the sink and starts puttering around to clean up. "When your warm enough you can feel your toes I will take you to the hot springs to the north so we can make sure you wont get frost bit."
Amethyst	"I'm not exactly sure how yet, but I fully plan on having a new home built out here, if so you would be willing to host it." Amethyst says, "And hot springs sound like the best idea right now." Amethyst then relaxes into a posture of knowing she's done wrong, she can feel the lecture Frost would give if she wasn't naked and if Ammy wasn't freezing. "...I'll do better, alright?"
Hoarfrost	"Its not really anger ... or even disappointment." The witch admits softly. "Jealously maybe ... never having anything like that in my life before or after Luna found me. It was yours to burn." Waving her hand, announcing it as water under the bridge. Finding a hair pin she is able to use as a wat to pin her 'cloak' closed. She looks ready to head out. "Your welcome in my home and in my forest, of course. No shop though, I have animals here ..." she steps outside the massive wolf welcoming her with a big lick as she does " ... that are rather dangerous."
Amethyst	Amethyst groans just a little since, she took all of her stuff with her. Now she's going to need find a way to bring it back. Ah well, that can be dealt with later. She looks towards the massive wolf, giggling and grinning at it. "I bet!" And then she coughs again so she returns to the fire. It's probably not terribly long after that, that the young terrestrial falls asleep, utterly exhausted and just done with everything for the moment, and more importantly, safely in the hands of another chosen. Things are going to be alright, she thinks to herself.