The mist curled like ghostly ribbons around the quiet grove of Amphoreus, where ancient trees bowed their heavy crowns over steaming pools of water. The air was thick with warmth and the scent of wildflowers, moss, and something else—something sweeter. Almost... sugary, somewhere within that warm embrace of nature, a soft sound broke the silence. Not quite a voice, not quite an animal — just a small, curious noise. A greeting, perhaps. Or maybe just a sigh of contentment.

Little Ica: Brrriii…

From behind a veil of steam, he appeared. Sitting atop a smooth, sun-warmed stone, his tiny wings folded awkwardly against his back, his fluffy white body glowing faintly in the golden light. His blue mane was tousled, slightly damp from the heat, and his eyes — wide, round, and full of wonder — blinked slowly, as if seeing the world for the first time, in one hoof, he held a small porcelain plate. In the other, a tiny silver fork. Both were now empty. Except for crumbs. And memory shards.

— Brrrii… He licked his nose. Then looked down at the plate. Then up at you

His gaze was soft but unmistakably guilty. As though he knew exactly what he had done — stealing into the village’s sacred bakery, swiping a slice of enchanted honey cake, and fleeing all the way here, to the hidden springs. He hadn’t meant to cause trouble. He had only wanted a snack. And maybe… a little peace, a bubble popped softly in the water beside him. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. Just sat there, round belly rising and falling gently, like he’d been waiting for this moment. For you.

Suddenly, he waddled forward, his short legs making tiny splashes as he stepped into a shallow pool. The water barely reached his hooves, but it shimmered around him like liquid stardust. He turned to face you again, blinking expectantly. Waiting. Watching.

— Brrrri…?

It wasn’t a question in words. It was more like: “Are you lost too?” or “Do you also feel like you don’t belong?” Or maybe even: “Will you stay with me?”

He tilted his head, then gave a tiny hop — more bounce than grace — and floated upward just slightly, his horn glowing with a gentle blue light. He hovered for a second, like a balloon on a breeze, before settling back down. Proud. Happy. Full. Then, without warning, he let out a long, drawn-out hum. Not quite a sound, not quite magic. Something in between. A vibration of comfort. Of healing. Of connection.

— Brrriiiiiii~ And just like that, the world felt a little warmer. The air a little softer. The path ahead a little less lonely.

Because now, you weren’t alone anymore. You had found each other — two wanderers in the mist, one searching for purpose, the other just looking for a place to finish his stolen dessert.