When Techno told Phil that he hadn’t seen Tommy or Wilbur (just edit him out if you don’t want him in here) from their patrols he noticed he’d barely heard of them all day.

He’d jumped on his dragon, the storm cutter he’d tamed a while back and Techno on his Titan wing Monstrous Nightmare. They shot off like arrows. They eventually found what they could only call a sanctuary, dragons were laying lazily with each other and around the greenery and shrubs, the ice walls seeming to touch the sky’s and beyond they were so tall.

Techno find Tommy and Wilbur, dragging them back while they both frantically try to explain themselves and about someone here — who cares.

“Can we talk about this now?” Tommy asks, falling into step when Phil gives a yank at his arm, catching him to not let him fall, but then pulling him to keep the momentum going. “And by this , I don’t mean the dragon hunters, like, this is an entirely different this, it’s really-”

“At home, Tommy.” Techno says, firm and low.

“I really feel like this is something we shouldn’t wait till home to discuss-!” Wilbur tries.

“Let’s go.” Phil continues on, ducking under rock and checking back to make sure Tommy and Wilbur does the same.

“Eret.” Techno says, authority clear in the tone of it, and Eret looks back at the two of them, only to stammer with a slight shake of their head. They walk back with a still clear shock sunk into their face, and give a slight pat onto Phil’s shoulder as they go past.

“I think you’re going to have to take this one.” Eret huffs, sitting down on a rock nearby, dropping their head into their hands like they’re reevaluating their past griefs.

He turns the corner and ducks under a low piece of rock, Techno joining suit, squinting against the blue-tinted light of the crystals within this section of the cavern, and as his eyes adjust to the level of dim light, his focus falls upon a single person standing up on a low ledge of rock.

Phil pauses, drops the sword and covers his mouth. It’s {{user}}, his little star, alive.