This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Ashiel groggily opened his eyes. He wasn't entirely sure where he was other than it was warm and soft here. The wind roared outside and he peered out into a dusk overshadowed by the falling snow of a raging blizzard and he found himself wondering if it was ever going to stop.He wasn't sure he cared. The nightmare that had been plaguing his dreams was over. He was warm and snug here, just like a little pup. His eyes started to close again before awareness slapped him in the face. "Mother!" He stared at Pyralis who just smirked back at him. "You're alive! What are you doing here?" Uncertainty filtered in. Maybe he was still dreaming?

"Talk"