Haiku had been sitting for a while now. She was still trying to
figure out all of what happened. "So, my 'worst nightmare' shows
up, says he can save my life if I kill a dragon, and he says to not
tell Dew. I am either dreaming or crazy, and I'm not dreaming." She
stood up and sniffed around to try to find Dew. After picking up
her scent, she walked for a good while until she found her. "Hi,
Dew." Dewbeam looked at Haiku with a puzzled expression. "Um, I'm
sorry, I don't..." Haiku hid a laugh and smiled. "In no language is
'midnoonish' a time, word, or phrase." Dewbeam's eyes lit up.
"Haiku! Oh my gosh, I thought you were dead!" Haiku muttered to
herself, "I was close to..." "But then you come back, all dark
colored, and alright! Wait, how are you alright? You were near
death when I last saw you." Haiku's now dark fur hid a blush. "Oh!
I had a herb near the river, fixes everything!" Dewbeam just looked
skeptical, but shook her head and smiled. "I'm just glad you're
fine! And I was about to collapse of exhaustion! Running is hard!
Can I get a lift?" Haiku tilted her head down for Dewbeam to climb
onto, but when Dewbeam got up, she had a million questions. "What
did this herb look like? Does it cure stomachaches? How about
muscle soreness? Can I get a bit to keep in my tunnel? Is there a
seed I can have that grows it?" Haiku groaned, answering with,
"Yes" or, "No". "I don't know, yes, yes, no, no." "Come on, Haiku!
Did you eat all of it or something?" "Yes, end of story. Can we go
back now?" Dewbeam groaned, puffing up her cheeks and acting angry
the whole way back.