The Zet’ski Cradle was something that Drake could only describe as pure wonderment. After fighting off the cold, he had arrived late at night, weary from his long journey. After traveling for ages, meeting new people across the world, and getting into heaps of trouble, he finally arrived.

After saying his farewells to Aspect, his travelling companion for the last stretch, Drake found himself an inn and spent the night resting up. When morning came, he wandered the streets, taking in the sights. The beautiful, dark grey architecture seemed to blend perfectly with the stark white snow, which seemed to fall endlessly on the mountain. Littered about where brilliantly lit greenhouses, a few which Drake found refuge in from the cold as he searched the city for the raven haired celestial that haunted his dreams.

For the first hour or so, he kept to himself. He silently tried familiarize himself with the streets, knowing full well that he would probably be stuck in Zets’ki for some time. FInding a single person in a city as large as this would take some time.

Assuming she even exists. It was a possibility. The dragon inside of him seemed to stir at this thought. It wasn’t a pleasant one to have. The link between the dream woman and the dragon had become quite apparent as of late. The dragon’s power swelled and grew harder to control with every passing day.

At this rate, it might consume me if I don’t find her.

Drake warmed his hand with a hot tea from a local cafe. The interior was far too busy, with customers clamouring about, so he slipped outside at the first chance he had. He sipped on the warm liquid, using the ambient heat to warm his hands. The tea didn’t last long, and he returned the cup, and started his way down the street.

Where to next?{/i]