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Winter watched as the dark shadow filled the sky, rising from the ground. A nightmarish monster centuries old, coming back for revenge. Threatening to swallow everything. He turned to see the still bodies of his friends, crushed beneath rock...
The nightmare ended abruptly with Qibli shaking Winter awake. The desert hot claws of the Sandwing strange against Winters freezing scales, as cold as the season he is named after. Winter turned to see Qiblis face, the almost ever present smirk was absent, replaced instead with a look of concern. "Are you okay?" He whispered, "I heard you thrashing around and was worried." Qibli stepped back and took his claws off Winter to let him sit up, Winter almost missing the comforting warmth radiating off of the Sandwing. "I'm fine." He muttered back, shaking his head to clear it of the nightmare. "This is the third time this week," Qibli said quietly, "are you sure you don't need to see someone?" "I'M FINE" Winter yelled burying his face in his talons nearly immediately after. "Sorry. I'm so sorry," Winter whispered, sounding on the verge of tears. "This has been too much." Winter felt warm talons pulling his claws away and looked up to see Qiblis worried face. "Hey, hey, it's ok. We're all still dealing with what happened. Just know that if you ever need to open up or just talk to anyone your friends are here to help." Winter took a moment to look at his friend, the scar and earring and body, but also his eyes. His beautiful black eyes. "Y...yeah, I know, thank you Qibli. I think I'll be okay for the rest of the night." "Alright, just don't hesitate to ask for help. Goodnight." "Goodnight." Winter watched Qibli slowly turn away and go back to his bed, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully a good night's sleep at last.