Lethargy

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A beautiful fae adorned in scarfs and jewelry. A sickly over-sweet aroma clings to his clothes - honey, anise and bergamont - beyond even the point one would call 'too strong'. But that's what he is - a medicine man. His salves and ointments are all tucked into his flowing clothes in tidy packages; labeled in a precise and perfectionistic sort of way. Long ago, as a child he used to be the worrisome sort, with fragile emotions, and lacking in confidence. Since those days, he's gained some confidence, and compensates for his worrywart nature with obsessive attention to detail, planning and acute organizational skills. The fragile emotions, however, have remained mostly unchanged - Lethargy suffers from the curse of delicate sensitivity. He's that sort of person - intelligent, obsessive, dramatic, and a touch masochistic. The origin of his medicinal skills stems from when his sister's face got burned, and he was the only one who was there to take care of her, dressing the wounds on her face everyday for over a dozen years.

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Lethargy wrapped his wings around himself and hugged his tail in desperation. So cold, so cold...

He had spent the entire day attempting to pick pockets, with nothing to show for his work - the dragons clad head to tail in winter-wear were much harder to steal from than the usual over-burdened bags fit to bursting with coins and food.

At least he hadn’t been caught, so there was that.

Just once - just this once - he’d like to go home with a good haul and not rely on Languid for everything.

A strange noise perked Lethargy from his thoughts. A female Skydancer was walking past, her wings making a thunderous racket of jangles and chimes. She wore little in spite of the weather, nothing more than a simple red mantle and dozens of belts sporting all manners of vials and potions.

Her very presence was terrifying, so much so that Letheragy felt chills just from looking at her back - but he realized at once that she was the perfect mark - he could pick her pockets while shouting at the top of his lungs and she would never hear him coming.

He held his breath and crept on all fours. His wings and skin blending into the snow like cloudy camouflage.

He crouched behind her, slender fingers reaching into a bag at her side that was unclasped before hitting something smooth and warm.

He lifted it, gentle as a new born hatchling, and then dashed away - the cacophony of the skydancer’s wing-chimes still echoing in his ears.

Only once he was safely around the courner and certain he wasn’t being pursued did he inspect his prize. It was a large glass bottle filled with a squirming red liquid that seemed to be moving of it’s own accord.

Lethargy was a little apprehensive, but he couldn’t help but press it against his chest. It was cozy but not hot enough to burn, like bread fresh from the oven.

It wasn’t money, and it wasn’t food but, somehow, he wasn’t disappointed - it was comforting and almost nostalgic, reminding him of better days long ago when Lethargy and his sister used to drift to sleep in front of the roaring fire…

But those days were gone; and he needed to get moving because Languid was waiting for him.



Lethargy flew to the hiding spot his sister had arranged to meet him in - a massive tree with a hollow in its trunk.

They had decided to use it as a base to cope with the cold weather - Wind Territory doesn’t often see snow, and the twins were having a hard time acclimating to the sudden cold snap.

With the bottle clutched against his stomach, Lethargy landed soft as a mouse in the muffled snow and crept into the tree’s base.

His twin sister, Languid waited inside, a large sack giving off a warm, nutty smell was beside her. Lethargy was delighted - it was food, of course. Languid always managed.

“Hey, Lang - I’m back.” He said.

There was no reply.

Her breathing came out in frosty gasps, and her eyes were closed. Lethargy checked her hand and found it cold as ice.

What do I do? His mind was racing - cuddling beside her to keep her warm. The tree was protection from the wind, but the air was still below freezing.

He looked at the bottle in his hand. The emanating heat wasn’t enough, but there was no telling what kind of magic was inside it.

Would it kill her if I made her drink it…? He wondered. A nagging voice in the back of his head added, she might die, anyway.

He broke the wax seal and popped open the bottle. It smelled sweet, and strangely metallic.

Hesitating for only a moment before pressing the bottle to Languid's lips, a rush of light and heat blinded Lethargy as soon as the red mixture entered her mouth - then it dispersed into the air.

And there, hovering in the air in front of him - was a spirit of fire.

Flames licked the air around it, and jewels hung from every crook in its molten body. Its presence made Lethargy tremble.

The spirit opened its gaping mouth and a noise like cackling thunder boomed and echoed throughout the hollowed tree - Lethargy could not understand a word of it.

“I don't know what you are,” Lethargy said, his voice quiet but firm. “but please save this dragon! She’s the only family I have.
Please... her skin is so cold, I fear she might pass away any second...”

The spirit tilted it's head and made a chuffing noise.

Does... it understand me? Tears stung the corners of Lethargy's eyes. "Please." He said, bowing his head.

The writhing spirit turned toward the small female fae, her breath coming out in horrible rasps as she convulsed with shivers.

The fire that swirled around the creature - previously cool to the touch - began to heat up the surrounding area.

The creature slowly lowered its head and pressed its spectral mouth to Languid's - and the air caught fire.

Flame burst all through the hollowed tree as soon as the two touched, sparks and embers bouncing against Lethargy’s body, leaving tiny circular burns across his scales.

And then it was gone.

Languid rustled her wings, before rising to her feet. Lethargy felt his stomach turn at the sight of her - her face was burned and marred, with scales melted away in places. Yet, every other thought he had was overwhelmed by one that crashed against his heart like a tidal wave - she’s alive.

Languid looked at him - and something in her eyes seemed to flicker.

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Before Lethargy had time to react, Languid collapsed to the ground in a kneeling position, her eyes pooling with tears.

"Lethargy..." She gasped. "My face feels like it's on fire - - it hurts so bad..."

Lethargy was wordless - having no way to properly process all that had transpired - but somewhere in the back of his brain, the words “at least… she’s alive.” still lingered.