[h1][centre][color=f26522]Celadon[/color][/centre][/h1]
Celadon squinted at the harsh white of the snow as he trod through the deep snow, all the while bitterly cursing the freezing temperature with the names of all the gods he knew of. There were many reasons why he lived in a tropical climate and not having his paws freezing off was one of them!

Teeth chattering through the freezing wind Celadon then began to ponder how he had even gotten onto this accursed mountain top. As far he knew he had been sleeping for much of the day so sleep walking might have been a possibility, if it weren’t so absurd as the nearest climate like this was at least a few weeks walk away. No wait, there was something else.

Celadon paused mid-walk for a moment to take another look over his surroundings (white snow and buildings on platforms, how interesting) as well as focus on the little memory he had found.

He had been woken up by the Children at some point during his nap, and so of course the memory was very fuzzy and felt more like a half forgotten dream, to show him this odd stone they had found. It was very pretty and looked as if the stars and been captured within it. Of course being half asleep at the time Celadon had simply nodded and smiled before going back to sleep. But now Celadon was wide away because it was absolutely freezing and he was certain that any minute now his tail was going to fall off!

Stepping carefully onto a creaking bridge one thing Celadon knew was the he wasn’t anywhere near Kiengry anymore, being unable to feel the comforting swell of power surrounding him which meant he was less powerful than he was used to. Still, he could probably summon a very small storm and give someone a nasty shock.

His ears twitched, picking up the sounds of a conversation, and his attention was drawn to his left where on another platform a number of humanoid people had gathered. All of them looked to be very different but he was relieved to have at least found someone else up here none the less with only a snow covered bridge between them
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“Hello there” Celadon called over to the group through chattering teeth. “Nice to see someone else up here.”

He stepped onto the bridge which protested beneath his weight, but Celadon was too preoccupied to notice.

“Don’t suppose any of you know where I am?” The bridge whimpered quietly. “Only I’m a bit lo-” The low ominous noise of braking ice cut off the rest of his sentence.

He stood there in a mixture of surprise and fear whilst the bridge beneath his paws groaned and shifted. The clock tied around his neck ticked twice. Celadons stomach did numerous flips and he yelped in surprise to find his back end suddenly sink through what he had thought to be a bridge. Front paws clawing desperately at the snow and back paws flailing in the abyss below Celadon had discovered for the first time in his life that bridges made of ice were, unfortunately, a thing.