"Don't be a stranger!" Qibli yelled after Winter, who was flying into the sunset with his big brother, both their shiny scales gleaming in the setting sun.

"We'll miss you," Moon said softly after him.

The two dragons watched the two IceWing brothers soar into the horizon before they dissapeared. 

Moon leaned into Qibli, weeping softly.

Qibli caught one of her talons. "Hey," he said in a soft voice. He put a wing over her, and wiped away her tears. "He'll come back. By the three moons and by the deadliest sandstorms, he'll come back."

Moon nodded and leaned into him. She was happy that Qibli was with her, protecting her. What she wasn't happy about, though, was Winter's harshness. She had risked her life protecting Winter and helping him find his brother, so why was he so angry?

"Sorry," Moon whispered as she propped herself up. Qibli nodded. "It's alright." He said.

"Hey, I know a place we can stay for the week. Do you want to... uh... go?" The gold SandWing asked, shifting nervously.

Moon nodded. "Thanks, Qibli. I'd love to."

 Together, the dragons flew up, up, up, into the now navy blue (not completely black yet) sky and flew towards the town in Possibility, and Moon let hope wash over her.

A week in Possibility, alone, with the dragon your heart says you love.

What could possibly go wrong?