Chapter 3 (part 2)

Morning light infiltrated past the divider and shown itself on Tempest’s wardrobe. The ruffled brown hair of Tempest peeked out from under the blanket. Calmly he woke up, but something was different. There was only the morning silence and nothing else. He woke up, saw his things laying on the ground, and left them there for now. Walking out of his room the silence still hung in the air. Tempest wandered down to Gust’s room to see how she was doing, but she wasn’t present. Looking for her, Tempest finally managed to make it into the dining hall. There he saw Gale and Gust sitting on the right hand side of the table and on the left, seated on a stack of books, was White Glory. Tempest put the fact that she was set at the table aside and focused his attention to the more important matter.

Gale took notice of the young man she saw as her master and waived him over to the head chair. “Come, please eat with us!” she said in a cheery mood. Tempest was both glad and confused. He was glad that she was in higher spirits. He was confused, because she didn’t insist on giving him breakfast in bed. Had she started to act like a regular person instead of a servant? Tempest shook the thought from his head and took his seat at the head of the table. Gale looked at him happily, “It’s all here before you. There’s some eggs, toast, and milk. Unfortunately.. We ran out of Jelly and butter so your going to have to eat your toast without them.”

“It’s ok.” Tempest said knowing that they were running low on food again. He motioned to the late aged woman who sat next to Gale, “It seems you are doing much better Gust, but are you sure you should be up and moving around.”

Gust finished the piece of toast she was munching on, “Yes, I’m feeling very good. I thank you for getting the medicine for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be up and running in no time.”

Tempest wasn’t sure what to do. Here his hard work paid off, but it seems that it paid off too well. He knows they were both grateful, yet he felt a sense of something out of the ordinary. It was then that he remembered White Glory’s presence. He turned his head to look at her. The little white dragon stood upon the books gracefully munching away on a piece of toast, as if she wasn’t even a creature. “Glory..” Tempest spoke to her, “How was your stay?”

The little dragon raised her head from the dish laid before her and bobbed her head in a nod. “Good! Your servants are very nice! It’s been a while since I had a nice bed to sleep in and a good breakfast!”

Tempest looked angrily at her. “They aren’t servants! They’re family!” he yelled pounding the table. All three stopped eating and stared at him surprised by the noise.

White Glory frantically apologized, “I’m sorry.. I thought the were your… I didn’t know!!!!”

Tempest calmed back down and gave her a look. “It’s ok I guess.. You didn’t know.” His tone still a bit irritated, “I am wondering about one thing, though.” They all looked confused.

“What’s that?” Gust asked.

Tempest pointed to White Glory, “Why she’s eating at the table?”.

“Isn’t she your guest?”

“Hmmm…”

“We thought she was since you brought her home..”

“I suppose so… Very well.. Let’s eat.”

They all continued back to eating. Tempest started to dig in himself since he was late, almost guzzling everything down.