TransitorioAzzuro

we are disembodied fragments, perfect and lucid parts of a greater whole; you were formed from me. and from that you are forever mine

“Ice?” Meeka stared at the ominously tall figure seated at the foot of her bed. Icefighter seemed to be staring into space, still as a statue, his body rigid. He jolted at the sound of her voice, head turning towards her with ears pricked. Meeka relaxed only when she saw his shoulders slacken and a smile flicker across his face. “You are awake.”  he sighed. “This is good. You took so ill I could not help but be worried.” Meeka gazed around the room curiously. She had been so feverish she couldn’t ever remember being placed here. It seemed to be a small cottage room, with barely enough room for the t