I dream of Polar night

While Osprey told Charon that Drake did get hit by lightning, Charon's tail wiggled excitedly at being right again. Osprey continued the story, explaining how Drake's body had been splintered apart. Even though it might sound horrible to an adult, Charon just sort of imagined the body parts to be in all sorts of places, but without any of the blood and gore and pain and drama involved if it were to actually happen in real life. He giggled as he said, "Oh no!", imagining poor Drake's head laying somewhere while it tried to look around for the other bodyparts, but unable to find any of them, and unable to move without the rest of his body. How was he ever going to be in one piece again?

As Osprey continued, it turned out Charon's thoughts had been pretty much spot-on (could she read his mind, now? or was he the one who was really good at guessing where, exactly, this story was going?).

Charon only really knew bears in the growly and rawrawrawr we're going to gobble you up kind, (and he'd never seen one in real life so far, despite boasting about biting them in the butt many times over) so it was strange, but also sort of nice, to hear about a crafting bear. It was a little like hearing about the friendly story dragon.

When Osprey told the bit about Drake crying, Charon looked sad, feeling sorry for the poor troll. "Poor Drake," whispered Charon to himself during the story, quietly, because he did not want to interrupt the story.

Luckily, the crafting bear found all of the pieces of Drake so that he could be put together, which brought Charon in lighter moods again, too. As Osprey asked how they would put together Drake, Charon squinted his eyes as he considered it for a bit, wanting to come up with a good answer. "Theeeeeyyy, uhm... Put together all of the parts 'n then magic made him one troll again!" He looked at Osprey, by now already accepting his fate as a total psychic and figuring that that was, indeed, how the story would continue.