Day and Night ~ Moonbli (Part 2)

                                    

                                          
~Qibli~
Brrrr
Qibli hated the Ice Kingdom.
Nothing against IceWings as dragons. Qibli had no discriminatory motives that drove his pure, unbridled hatred for this massive chunk of ice.
Why is it SO. FREAKING. COLD.
Well, he was partially (mostly) at fault for his current, suffering state. Qibli clutched his head in between coughs, trying to figure out where he had placed the Gift of Diplomacy. 
First, there was the walk. I remember having it on then. Then there was that meeting with Lynx, then breakfast, then the flying tour...
He couldn't very well just ask Queen Snowfall for another bracelet. 'Heyyyy, so your ancient, sacred magical bracelet just, well...disappeared. Could I perhaps...get a replacement one so I don't freeze to death?'
He had a feeling that doing that would bring his life to an end quicker than freezing to death would.
Chatter-chatter.
It was dark and cold, and he had paperwork due tomorrow morning.
I need one of those moon-thingies.
He let out a deep sigh. While his thick, sheep-fur blanket provided a safe-haven from the cold, Qibli could still feel the sub-arctic temperatures seeping through his woolen armor. 
Whatever. He might as well get up and get his blood flowing, rather than sit around and wait to become fossilized. 
Qibli threw the blanket off and jumped out the window, setting route for the moon globe tree.
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WHERE. AM. I.
Unlike the Sand Palace, which was ornately decorated with distinctive decorations to give visitors something for pathfinding, the Ice Palace was exactly what the name described it as: ice. Coincidentally, ALL ICE LOOKS THE SAME.
He remembered that he was in the west wing, which had recently been constructed to act as the headquarters of IceWing diplomacy. However, where in said wing his room was, he had no idea. And all he had to his name was his frostbitten scales, a moon globe, and a sense of severe displeasure for this architect's nonexistent creativity.
Crack. He painfully ran headfirst into a transparent ice wall - yet another marvel of this genius IceWing's ingenuity - and accidentally flung his moon globe towards a corridor he hadn't yet explored. 
Frog faced blob of camel spit. I hate this moons-forsaken palace, he thought as he hurriedly chased after his moon globe.
Suddenly, his ears picked up a strange noise behind the door. Confused, he pressed his ears against it. Sniffling. Coughs. Shallow, sharp breaths. 
Crying.
Despite every fiber of his being telling him not to intrude on this particular dragon's privacy, curiosity won out. He cracked the door open and peeked inside.
He let out a sharp gasp. Amethyst and black scales. Silver teardrops in the corners of her eyes. 
The one thing he wanted most, but could never have.
~Moon~
Moon glanced longingly out the window towards the Sand Kingdom.
What if Winter hates me now? Why would he do that? Should I have said yes? But I still have feelings for Qibli. I love Winter, too, though, but is it in the same way? I couldn't even fathom being with him as a replacement.