Glacia lay on a couch turned makeshift bed in a small empty lounge room. The echo of distant thunder lightly shook the room. The small blue dragon opened her eyes, staring at the plain, slightly cracked roof. 'Mmm, I love bad weather,' she said to herself, stretching on the couch. Back on the Borderland, the weather was quite unpredictable, and Glacia had grown used to this, to the point where she found clear sunny days to be uncomfortable.
Incendia meanwhile was staring at the dark clouds. 'Oooh, ominous,' he said, rubbing his hands together. 'When the clouds begin to gather, something awesome is going to happen.' At least, that's what he thought in his own, very strange, mind.
He then noticed that he had eaten all his popcorn. 'Egad! My delicious savory things are all gone! Dragon needs food badly, I must find the hot dog vendor at once!' Incendia leapt from his seat in the stadium, searching for something to eat. 'As the great Shakespeare once said: Forsooth! where's my hotdog?'
