Arrow Lake not because you can

Elfie's dreams rarely had any logical structure or direction, they were myriads of colourful images and flashes of light, sometimes he could discern a form, recognize a shape and a face, but he was unable to keep it in focus for long. So after a while he had stopped trying to control and make sense, but observed the kaledoscope of colours before his eyes, until he woke up.

This day had been different, because his last dream had had not only images, but smell and sense of reality. It had been a beautiful summer night and he had been going somewhere with an invisible person right besides him. He did not see the face, because it was dark, but the sense of oneness was so strong that long after he woke, he fought desperately to keep that feeling there. 

Eventually he got up and in his search for Maegi he got lost and found himself by the lake. Parts of it were frozen solid, but here and there sun had melted open pools of water. At one such he stopped and peered at the distorted reflection of his. To be honest, even a handsome man would have found the image trying, but Elfie saw his awful self in all the details and sighed.

But further somber musings about his sickly physionomy were left for later, when he heard an odd whining sound coming from the ice. Curiously he tilted his head to the side, listened and looked up. There was a tall boy around his age standing on ice and drinking water. Elfie deliberated a little, whether he should approach or not, but decided for the former. Without his caretaker present, he yearned for a bit of a company. "Hey!" he greeted the other youth and approached him gingerly.