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Flame needed specific materials to make his traps, and since he didn’t know where to find them, he reached out to Lomedy for help. Lomedy agreed without much hesitation, offering to take him to the capital city where the resources would be easier to find.
Instead of traveling on foot, they rode on Lomedy’s Happy Ghast, drifting high above the world as the land stretched out below them in endless squares of green and blue.
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High above the endless patchwork of forests and rivers, the Happy Ghast floated like a pale balloon against the bright sky. Far below, the land looked tiny—just squares of green and blue stitched together into a quiet world that felt impossibly far away.
And completely unreachable.
Flame sat cross-legged on the ghast’s soft back, arms folded, staring at the horizon with the expression of someone deeply reconsidering every decision that had led him here.
Beside him, Lomedy leaned back comfortably as if being stranded thousands of blocks in the air was just another normal afternoon.
Between them, the Happy Ghast snored.
Soft little whooooff… pffff… whooooff…
It had stopped mid-flight without warning, drifting into a gentle hover before promptly falling asleep—as if carrying two passengers across the sky had simply been too exhausting.
Flame’s ears perked up, noticing that the Happy Ghast stopped midair.
“I can’t believe this thing sleeps midair.”
Lomedy shrugged. “He’s sensitive.”
“He’s a flying cloud with a face.”
“He has feelings.”
“He has a sleep schedule.”
Another loud snore puffed upward.
Flame dropped backward onto the ghast’s back and stared at the sky.
“Well,” he muttered, “there goes the trip.”
Lomedy tilted his head.
“We could talk?”
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Now the two of them were stranded thousands of blocks above the ground, forced to wait until the creature decided to wake up—with nothing to do but talk and pass the time.
Flame sat with his arms resting on his knees, staring down at the tiny world below.
“I can’t believe this Happy Ghast of yours just… stopped.”
Beside him, Lomedy gently patted the Happy Ghast’s side.
“He gets tired.”
“Well, he chose the worst possible time.”
A soft snore floated up beneath them.
Flame sighed.
“So now we just wait?”
Lomedy leaned back comfortably.
“Pretty much.”
The wind drifted quietly around them, cool and steady. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, the silence stretched on until Lomedy finally spoke.
“So… what do you usually do when you’re not building traps?”
Flame shrugged.
“Train, uhh fix things? I sort my stuff a lot.” Flame does it very frequently because he is a person of precision.
“That’s it?”
“That’s enough.” huffing.
Lomedy tilted his head.
“..You don’t do anything fun?”
“Fun?” Flame thought for a moment.
“…Sometimes I listen to music.”
Lomedy brightened.
“Music? You like music?”
“It’s fine.”
“Do you sing?”
“No.”
“Play instruments?”
“No.”
Lomedy leaned forward slightly.
“Then what?”
Flame hesitated.
“…I used to dance.”
Lomedy blinked.
“You danced to music?”
Flame immediately looked away.
“When I was a kid ofcourse.”
“With who?” Lomedy asks with curiosity.
Flame stayed quiet for a moment before answering.
“…Manepear.”
The name came out softer than the rest.
Lomedy’s expression was surprised by the mentioned name “Oh, is that your brother? I’ve heard that name from others before!”
“Yea, we used to try copying festival dances,” Flame said. “We were bad at it.” huffing to the distant memory with his brother.
A small smile appeared on his face.
“It was dumb.”
The smile faded quickly, because Flame got reminded by the reason as to why they are so distant now, it was due to their falling out.
“Haven’t done it since ever since.”
Lomedy watched him quietly.
“…You miss it?”
Flame didn’t answer, instead he looked out at the horizon.
After a moment, Lomedy stood up.
“Well then.”
Flame glanced over.
“What?”
Lomedy held out a hand.
“Dance with me.”
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Flame stared.
Then burst out laughing.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope.”
Flame covered his face.
“No bro! this is embarrassing.”
“No one can see us.”
Flame looked below and kind of agreed by the fact mentioned.
“There’s an entire world down there.”
“They’re too far to even judge the “Immortal Demon.” laughing softly.
Flame shook his head.
“Pft— still no bro.”
Lomedy kept his hand reached out anyway.
“It’s going to be a while before the Happy Ghast wakes up.”
As if on cue—
Woooooff… pffff…
The Happy Ghast snored loudly.
Lomedy gestured around them.
“So, what better way is there to burn time thousands of blocks in the sky?”
Flame groaned in dismay.
“This is ridiculous.”
Lomedy waited patiently.
Flame sighed.
“…Fine.”
He stood up slowly.
“But this never happened.” as if begging Lomedy to keep it his embarrassing predicament for themselves to remember forever more.
Lomedy grinned.
“Of course.”
Flame took his hand awkwardly.
They stood there for a second with no idea what to do.
“…Now what?” Flame asked.
Lomedy shuffled his feet.
“Just follow me.”
He took a small step.
Flame copied him.
Too fast.
They bumped into each other.
Flame groaned.
“This is awful.”
Lomedy laughed.
“Try again.”
They stepped again.
And again.
Slowly, the movements became less clumsy.
The rhythm came naturally, carried by the gentle drifting of the sleeping ghast beneath them.
For a moment, Flame forgot everything else.
The mission.
The traps.
The distance.
The past.
He laughed quietly.
It surprised even him.
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Eventually they stopped, both a little out of breath.
Flame sat down quickly.
“…Okay.”
Lomedy smiled.
“Okay?”
“…That wasn’t terrible.”
“High praise.”
Flame looked away.
“…Thanks.”
The words came out small and quiet.
Lomedy pretended not to notice.
Below them, the world stretched endlessly.
Above them, the sky was wide and bright.
And between the two, the Happy Ghast drifted peacefully, still fast asleep—carrying them nowhere in particular while the time passed.
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