Jerboa and Glacier

Hi ! So recently I thought back to book 14 and realized that actually, Jerboa and Glacier are just THE best couple. This isn't very long and it's definitely not my best work, but it's just a little something I thought would be nice to share. So this is there meeting from the point of view of Jerboa :

Jerboa and Glacier

Jerboa slipped out of her hut, spreading her wings as she felt waves of warmth ripple over them. Digging her talons in the hot sand, she sighed. Already, Jerboa could feel hunger creeping up on her and she dragged herself to the beach, shaking out her wings. Shivering at the cold, she slipped into the freezing water, feeling it close around her like a trap. *Come on* She thought *A single fish will be enough.* But the silver flashes that usually seemed to dot the sea had vanished. With a frustrated hiss, she clambered out, waving her dripping wings in a hopeless effort to dry them. Glowering, she clambered back over the dune and towards her hut. As soon as the hut was within view, she knew something was wrong. There were footprints next to the fire, and they weren’t hers. A familiar panic engulfed her and her panic crazed mind propelled her body into the hut and she threw herself to the floor. It was smooth. Not a single bump, not even a crack. Jerboa shook her head. She was so *stupid*. There was no reason to panic. Mother was gone. She was free. She frowned, remembering the footprints. Someone had been there. She scrambled to the chest in the corner of the hut and flung it open, seizing the scroll.

*Who walked past my hut?* She scribbled frantically.

*Queen Glacier of the Icewings* appeared on the page in neat cursive.

Jerboa froze. A queen? What could a queen possibly want with *her*? Trying to stay silent, she slipped out of her hut and followed the talon prints. Just as she rounded another dune, she looked up. And there she was. The Icewing Queen. Jerboa had always imagined Icewings as mountains, crude and cold. This Icewing was the opposite. She was sleek but muscled, with pure white scales that glittered and gleamed under the scorching desert sun. She was as majestic, beautiful and imposing as her crystal crown, twisted into shape by metal wires but incrusted with at least a hundred diamonds. Her elegant head turned towards Jerboa, her arctic blue eyes staring directly into Jerboa’s eyes. With a magnificent flourish, the queen leapt into the air, landing heavily beside Jerboa. Glacier gave her an inquisitive look and for once, the silver – tongued Sandwing was speechless.

“Never seen an Icewing before?” asked Glacier with a glittering smile. Jerboa, out of instinct, narrowed her eyes.

“No! Of course I have. We get ICEwings ALL the time in the DESERT!” She snapped. With a gasp, her talons flew to her snout. She began stammering an apology when she heard a strange sound. It was laughing. Glacier was laughing.

“I like *you*, if not that mind you have,” said Glacier. Jerboa tried not to blush. She felt something cold touch the side of her wing realized that Glacier had brushed her wing with hers. Jerboa opened her mouth to say something, *anything* but Glacier was already aloft, just a glimmering shape in the distance. She imagined Glacier placing a wing around her-

*Stop,* she told herself, *why would a queen ever want to-*

*Why would you think she-*

*How could she ever-*

Jerboa broke her train of thoughts and flew the rest of the way, willing herself to forget the way Glacier had laughed and the feeling of her cold wing against Jerboa’s warm scales.