With Aithniel’s arrival, to which he returned the nod in greeting, they were all here and they learned why they had been called. his attention was split between what the dragon was talking about and Ros because she started retreating from his side and he looked to her to see why. Where was she going? He didn’t call out though, part because he thought he could figure out what was causing her to leave. Either she had enough of being called to arms whenever something magical needed their help or she had figured out who the Isopia was. Of them all, Ros had been closest to Hototo - he didn’t imagine her taking the news of his replacement very well. So he didn’t call after her, either of those reasons were valid excuses to get out of this dragon-made clearing while she could.

One ear kept flickering back, half-hearing how the metallic dragon was explaining what it was his job to do and why he needed them to heal him. It wasn’t until, from the corner of his silver eyes, he spotted the purple cloud that his full attention returned back to the creature that had called them here. He turned to face it, holding his breath as it engulfed him. Was it something dangerous? Perhaps he should have fled before it but no, as it surrounded and settled around him he felt something unlock in his mind. Something he did not know existed within him.

He could help heal the dragon!

But before he could rejoice in this knowledge, before they even had a chance to get to work, the bag at the dragon’s side ripped open and a book fell out. Well, Mesec didn’t know what a book was, it was just a strange rectangular object to him at first, but the dragon called it a book and it fell open and music filled the clearing, seeming to come from the object, and then things started coming out of the book as well. Insects but unlike any insects he had ever seen. The sheer number in the swarm was alarming but soon a warning came from the dragon, speaking into their minds again. Letting the insects bite them was not an option. Perhaps if they healed the dragon, he would be able to help them? His scaled seemed to protect him from the bite of the insects.

Before he could even think about how he could eliminate this threat, a shower of sparks flew past him right toward the bugs. Ros hadn’t left! They had a chance, a real chance, if they stuck together. Mesec was hit in the next moment but it wasn’t by bugs or lightning, but instead by mud that splattered against his body. A gift from Hototo’s sister, which she explained quickly. If mud could keep regular, nasty flies away perhaps it would help them with these ones.

His black and silver coat slick with Isopia’s mud, he figured it was time to get moving. Shrouding himself in shadow, he teleported to the other side of the dragon from where he had been standing before, near the hind leg, and hopefully temporarily lost from the sight of the insects. He was close to the dragon, close enough to feel nervous and getting any closer seemed foolish but he was sure that if they healed the great dragon he could help them. So he hurried towards a nearby gash in those green and bronze scales and used his new knowledge to fixate on it, try and heal it, while trying to stay aware for any incoming insects and hoping that if he couldn't teleport away from them in time, that Isopia's mud would help protect from their bite.

After a moment he couldn’t ignore the insect swarm any longer, so he thought perhaps he could distract them away from Ros and the others enough to allow them to get close to the dragon as well and try their luck. Stepping backward, and looking around (silver eyes catching sight of the spectators but now was not the time to get distracted by who he saw there), Mesec unfurled his mud splattered wings to reveal the clean, silver underside that he flaunted - hoping the bright shine would attract the attention of at least some of the insects and give the others some relief.

** Mesec doesn’t know Isopia’s name but it’s just so much easier to refer to it as that xD
** Mesec uses his magic to teleport to the other side of the dragon and tries to heal a wound on the rear leg before stepping back and flapping his wings - hoping the shiny silver will attract the attention of the jitterbugs (using the logic that light attracts insects) and encourage them to get away from his cousins


I’m trying to find my direction home, ______________
A question of space, a matter of time, _______
I follow the stars until the first light.