It is a warm spring night, the crickets and frogs cherping, owl's cooing and fish sleeping. A cloud covers a fraction of the cresent moon.

The imp blood in Quiver? inspires him to jump in the still water, undisterbed by wind or bug. But he resists, not wanting to polute it. Quiver? lays on the grass by a bench and keeps himself even warmer in his folded wings, thinking of a girl back at home, and his sibbolings. Happy to be here, Quiver? is still missing home, and wishes he could bring them here. He would not do much to talk to them anyways, and want
s to impress the family and friends with any new skills he is to learn.

One thousand thoughts go through his head, and he falls into a cloud dream, possedsed by the crickets mind bending music.

He woke up at One o'clock, in a great mood, this was the best dream since he had came to the accadimy. There is somthing about this place that is just apsolutly peaceful.

Jan 1st 1:00 am

Just the night befor, about at three o clock acctualy, Quiver? was feeling dissy and woosy. He had strange tempurature changes, either hot blooded or cool skined. There were many times, he thought, where he would be "burrrning" (hot and cold at the same time) but this was diferent. This was more like a fever.

So, feeling in a rather warm tempurature at the moment, Quiver? decides to sleep outside. Little dose he know, the forcast is to be storm. Quiver? found the oasis, the most peacful place he could think of at the moment, and befor he remembered toughing his back to the ground, he fell to sleep.

Jan 1st 2:00 am

Good dreams fill this boys head, and a wonderful, sleeping mood. He only woke up for a few minuts, and he seemed to feel great, much better then befor. He didn't even think that the current down poor may make him sicker, so in minuts, he fell back to a deep, happy sleep.

Suddenly, the storm grew stronger. Lightning struck right in the accadimy! It is a mirical the thunder dose not wake him up! Sleeping in storms is not a good idea, but Quiver? is not aware of the current codition. Somthing about the oises around this time is just magical to him. And lukely, he has his wings to keep him warm