.: A feather in tranquil waters :.

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George carefully made his way into dreams room.. trying to be quiet.

Dream stretched his arms and wings.
"So what was it we stole..?" He glanced over his shoulder.
"I'm curious."

"That's the problem..." George ran his fingers through his hair..
"That I need to talk to you about.." he whispered.

Dream noticed the concerned look on George's face.
"What??" He flicked his wings, extremely concerned.

George was about to speak up, but they were cut off when the door opened.

"I was able to get the muzzle off.. but now he won't shut up." Sam walked in, holding the tiny creature.

The baby creature started squeaking.. whining almost- like a cry.

George started at sam before looking at Dream.

"Uh.. what is this?" Dreams feathered ears pinned back, flicking his wings.
"Why is there a-" he froze for a moment.

It was a baby..

George stared at Dream.. seeing him growing curious..
"Dream..?" He mumbled.
"Are you okay..?"

"Jesus-" Sam struggled to hold the child as it flicked its wings around.

"Careful...." Dream carefully checked the tinys hand.. seeing a small mark.
"He's from the North region... this is not where he belongs." He shook his head.
"Let's take him back North.. hopefully we will find someone to take care of him.."

"Well- I need to find him food- can you watch him?" Sam held the baby out.. mumbling.
"It might take a little bit." He nudged his head.

George was about to grab him but Dream picked him up first..

"Mhm." Dream nodded his head, flicking his wings softly.

Sam turned and made his way out of the room....

George watched as Dream removed his mask, looking at the tiny.
"What is it..?" He mumbled.
"What's wrong..?"

"He's a griffin also." Dream lightly smiled.
"He's from up North in the colder regions though." He turned to looked at George.
"I don't know why he's down here."

"Is that bad?" George watched the tiny griffin try and claw at dreams hand.

"No." Dream shook his head.
"They just have more feathers.. and they turn white during winter." He looked down.. his smile growing under his mask.
"What do we call him for now..? Instead of It."

"We could just- call him frost??? It's simple and we return him home..?" George wanted to call the tiny thing something simple.
"Then let his family decide." He hummed.

"Frost it is." Dream watched as frost tried to hurt him.
"Easy to remember." He grew confused.. seeing frost thrash around his arms.

"Why is he trying to hurt you...?" George furrowed his brows.

"He is scared.." Dream sat on the ground, adjusting frost in his grasp.
"Try and look less human." He hummed.

George rolled his eyes, taking his gloves off.
"Alright." He sat down across from the two.

Frost whined, trying to get out of dreams arms... trying to claw dreams chest.

"It's okay.. we aren't the bad guys." Dream carefully placed frost on the rug.
"We aren't going to hurt you.." he hummed.. sitting down.

Frost looked at Dream.. puffing his wings out as his feathered ears pinned back, his bared his fangs.

"AWWW.." George couldn't help but smile... he found it cute.