Chapter 421: Questions
The silver moon glowed softly in the night sky. Stryg lay on the ground, Blossom wrapped around him snugly and a thin blanket underneath him. His head was lying on Tauri's thighs as she caressed his silver-white hair.
Tears stained his blue cheeks but he didn’t know why. He felt like he knew nothing, really. Everything was a blur. He had been traveling inside icy tunnels deep underneath Grimstone Mountain and now he was lying beneath the stars.
What had happened?
“Was it a sad dream?” Tauri asked gently and wiped a tear from his cheek.
“I don’t… I don’t remember. I just felt— warm,” he muttered.
“Stryg!” Plum jumped on top of him, disregarding his injuries, and hugged him tightly.
“Ow,” he smiled with a wince.
Tauri frowned and slapped the drow’s head.
“Agh! What was that for!?” Plum grimaced and rubbed her scalp.