Double Rainbow

Spritz-4

I pace the stage, up in the public eye once more for the second time in two days. Unlike most of the time, where the chatter makes me feel more powerful, now it seems mocking and annoying. I want everyone below me to shut up and go back to their daily lives, but I have to stand up there and tell them what happened. Even though I'm still recovering from the shock, I must be strong for the Tribe. 

"As you all know by now," I say with a heavy sigh, "Snow Hare has been kidnapped." 

Then, a completely insane idea comes to mind. It's against my personal standards, it's an awful thing to do, but I feel so compelled to do it that I blurt out, "I will be leaving to rescue her." 

"What?" 

"Spritz,are you insane?" 

"Who's going to lead us then?" 

"Should've expected that from a lousy lower-class." 

The last one especially stung. Insults, murmurs, and pure shock reverberate across the room. 

"SILENCE!" I shout, trying to muster as much authority as Snow Hare used to. The room falls quiet and all heads turn to me. "I know this is sudden, but Snow Hare means everything to me. If your mate was kidnapped, wouldn't you go to find them too?" 

They glance at one another, contemplating it. 

"Listen. You guys are strong. We're the Iceberg Tribe! The strongest and the bravest! Can we manage ourselves?" 

"YEAH!" 

"Can we work together as a Tribe?" 

"YEAH!" 

"Can we attempt to not kill each other while our monarchs are out?" 

"PROBABLY!" 

"GOOD ENOUGH!" 

I walk out of the clearing. Already, a small vessel of shimmering ice awaits me. "Where are you planning to go, exactly?" asks one guard, plated in armor. 

"I'm going to the mainland, and from there, somewhere around Central Dreamland, where all the big cities are." 

"Sounds like a plan for me. Here, I know the guy who runs the airplanes. If you run into any trouble, tell him that Signaveris sent you." 

I nod, and jump on to the iceberg. The waves lap at the sides, but inside is enough food for a king a steering device, and a pane of thin ice so I can see where I'm going. It's definitely going to get me to the mainland, at the very least. If I tried, I could probably get halfway to the Northernlands (which are actually south from her but we live at the top of the world so everything is south) before the iceberg began to leak and break. 

It wouldn't be a good idea to push my luck at this point, so I decide to just head for the mainlands. 

About thirty minutes into my voyage, it's about midday and very sunny, yet I see snow in front of my ice pane. It's screwing up my view, so I go outside to clear it off with some water. However, on closer inspection, the 'snow' doesn't appear to be snow at all, but rather some type of powder. 

I pick some up, and I begin to feel a slight buzz pulling at the back of my mind. The symbol I saw on that fateful night begins to connect with something else, pulling threads together, but then the buzz begins to fade, replaced by the image of the shooting star from that night. This is powder from that very star- stardust. That's what I'll call it, at least. Scooting around the tiny iceberg, I pick up bits of stardust and place them in a neat little compartment in my quarters. Then I fall asleep and let the ocean take me away.