Lorcan was exhausted, the halfling had been keeping the house going for weeks now and while he didn’t mind and saw it as his purpose even, he had to admit that he was running out of energy.
“We have to do something; he can’t keep this up” Nereida whispered across the table.
“what can we do? It is not safe to be in the open with so many wounded” replied the half orc
“I can hear you, and I am fine.” Lorcan sleepily replied.
“Fine? Have you looked at yourself recently Lorcan?”
“Its what is on the inside that matters, and I am fine”
“One full day, between us we can keep each other safe surely” Nereida was almost pleading now.
“I told you….”
“We can indeed Nereida” Targa cut in.
“when… how?” stammered the halfling
“all in good time, now drop the house and get some well-earned rest, we can take it from here.”
Hours later the cave was filled with the echoing sound of Lorcan’s snoring, the group sat in a huddle whispering to each other while sparing worrying glances towards the dragonborn now sat crossed legged at the cave opening, blocking some of the storm from view.
Targa was still, breathing in deeply he closed his eyes releasing his grip on the sword which lay in front of him. Thoughts of his mother and father slowly seeped into his mind, until grief was about to take hold, he breathed deeper allowing the thoughts to pass. The dragonborn flexed his toes feeling the cool earth move beneath them, he moved his focus and then he felt it another energy moving through the earth.
“I know you are there…. Witch” the words were in his mind, a smirk crossing his face.
“My name is Aurora, Targa and you should use it”
“Aurora, like the sunrise”
“ironic really since I bring nothing but darkness, I really should thank you for freeing me”
“In doing that I have unleashed this terrible storm upon us”
“You… you think I did this?”
“who else would?”
“I think you are overlooking your own powers, come to me and I will show you”
The dragonborn opened his eyes, heart full of longing and an urge to go into the storm consumed him. He stood slowly placing the sword on his back and turned to his friends.
“We can’t sit here idle, I am going out there”
“Are you mad?”
“I will be alright, I’ve hunted in worse conditions than this just…. Just keep the fire burning high and I will be back soon”
They watched his great mass plough through the snow with ease, he approached the thick storm cloud. Targa paused reaching out his hand as it shifted creating a doorway.
He was filled with excitement, a longing pulling him forward and he was gone.
In the centre of the swirling storm was a figure, a skirt of chain mail complamenting the golden breastplate. The women had long claw like fingers, her face was beautiful despite the wide black pools she had for eyes and the long elven ears. Yet Targa looked at her in awe.
“Targa, finally we can speak face to face… please come and site.” with a wave of her hand she created two chairs from the earth.