“Watcha talkin bout man! Watcha mean, ain’t never gonna be no moon again. That’s just dust! Shake it off brother!” taunted Sam.
“I’m tellin yah Bro! Listen up why doncha! Ain’t no dust on my billow. Check yourself out!” Grumbled Aadan.
“You bin listinin to them Starlettes agin? Man you got it bad!” jabbed Sam.
Aadan slowly drifted towards Sam, and looked straight into the centre of his cloud vapor.
“Mr. Sampson!” added Aadan, “ When my Dude Nine gets worried, I GET WORRIED! He ain’t no fluff! I got it right from the clouds mouth, Ok?”
“Hey you guys! Billow up! Here comes Nine!” whispered Aari anxiously.
“How is it that every time I see you puffs, you’re in a stratus?” He growled.
“Spread out! It’s already dark enough. We need to help North and the Stars shine through! Now, MOVE OUT!” Thundered Nine.
“Puffs!” he sighed, under his breath.
“Ok, where was I?” he pondered as he drifted slowly. “Ah yes, I am in a mess, I have to talk to Dawn, AND to top it off I am talking to myself.” He sighed.
Just then a long shadow slipped into view. He shivered and shifted, so did the shadow. He swayed and it followed. It enveloped him in a soothing kind of way.
“Can I help you?” he offered kindly.
“Are you lost?” he questioned softly.
Still no answer, yet an ever questioning silence brought a sense of sadness to the celestial night air.
“Do I know you?” he once again offered. He began to feel a terrible melancholy.
“Can I help you?” he pleaded.
No amount of kindness or platitude could get a response. As quickly as it came it slipped away, leaving him desperately hoping it would return. He felt a kind of loss and sadness tinged with a sense of hope. As he looked towards the horizon, he saw Dawn and felt peace. A lovely, bright sense of peace.