Nalo had been sleeping peacefully in bed, sprawled out and snoring softly when a particularly loud rumble of thunder woke the young child. He made soft plaintive whimper for it to stop, then curled into fetal position under his blanket and sheet as the thunder continued to boom all around him. It was the middle of the night, dark, storming and Nalo could feel goosebumps forming all over his body. The small boy hated thunderstorms with a deep passion reversed only for them, the greatest terrors in his world. Even having his head soaked in water that went over his face when his mommy rinsed his hair wasn't was scary as thunderstorms. Nalo could quite happily live without them, he'd take just plain old rain and sun showers any day or even every day if it meant no more thunderstorms.


When it became clear to Nalo that the storm wasn't going to stop or pass by anytime soon he slipped from his bed, shivering as his small feet connected with the cold wooden floor. Thankfully neither door in his way was fully closed and Nalo darted out of his room, across the narrow carpeted hallway and into his sister's room as fast as he could, wings tucked tight to his body. The frightened boy clambered into bed with her." Tezza it's storming" he whispered nervously while he tried to shake the purple haired girl awake.

Nalo'd done this before on the few nights he'd experienced thunderstorms in his short life so far and he knew Tezza was there for him, that the bigger child wouldn't shove him away or tease him. His sister Tezza was young like him but a bit taller and stronger, though her own pair of wings were smaller than his and wound with a violet ribbon.

" Mmphh, s'wha?" Tezza yawned and blinked sleepily up at Nalo with inky black eyes, seemingly oblivious to the rain that battered her window and howl of the wind outside. Nalo considered his big sister very brave, she wasn't afraid of storms at all , she wasn't afraid of anything! At least that he knew of. Nalo himself was normally a calm, cheery, and optimistic sort, not overly brave but not always fearful either, however all of that disappeared in the face of storms.

" There's a storm" he repeated softly,voice barely audible above the noise from outside. Though his bangs were in his face obscuring the child's vision Nalo swept back the weird glow in the dark patterned covers and burrowed into the bed next to Tezza, calming a little at the feel of her comfortingly warm body heat. He wasn't alone during the storm and that was important to Nalo. Had this been happening in the daytime the young hatching would have been curled up with his momma becuase she always knew how to make things better, at night though he settled for his big sister who was almost as good.

As the lightning flashes and peals of thunder became more frequent Tezza squeezed Nalo's hand and dragged the reluctant boy out of bed and towards the kitchen. Milk, Nalo loved milk and warm or cold it helped the toddler sleep. He was too small to reached the carton in the fridge or glasses by himself but Tezza could. If he had a glass of milk and kept cuddling maybe he could sleep through the rest of the storm.

Nalo shivered again upon entering the kitchen, the black and white linoleum floor was cold on the bottoms of his feet. Though still not worth running back to the bedroom for socks over. "It doesn't have to be warm milk tonight" Nalo informed his sister as he watched the braided girl climb onto a chair she'd pushed against the counter. The less time spent out in the open as it were, the better as far as Nalo was concerned. That and he found the way the room was illuminated at night only by the eerie green lights of the stove's and microwave's clocks a bit creepy.


A few minutes later Nalo smiled softly at Tezza as he held his glass steady while she poured the milk into it; the pair bathed in the soft yellow glow of the open fridge's small internal light. They worked well together and Tezza always said that's how siblings were supposed to be; even if he came from an egg and she from a cabbage.

Suddenly a bright, white light blinded the boy as lightning flashed right outside the kitchen window, followed a split second later by a deafening crack of thunder. Nao screamed and dropped the glass which fell to the floor and shattered. The milk inside splashed splashed everywhere before the cold white liquid puddled on the floor around the glass pieces and both children's feet.

It didn't help that an equally startled Tezza had kept pouring for a second before tipping the carton back upright. Now there was milk and glass all over the floor but neither Tezza nor Nalo could move to do anything about it. They were wet, cold and stuck.

The thunder rolled ominously outside shaking the windows, Nalo cried and tried to stay still while Tezza shivered in the cold from the fridge waiting for their mothers to get up from the noise, it was going to be one of those nights.