Stavanger Bay when the sky turns grey

Charon stood upon the beach while the last rays of the sun vanished on the horizon. He looked at the horizon with a broken smile and looked briefly to his side, remembered of Drake by Osprey's visit. In his journey to Duskfire Glacier, he hadn't thought of Drake for a second, too wrapped into his impossible journey and serious real life stuff that he'd forgotten all about his imaginary friend. This made Charon realise how he had regarded Drake as a real friend, when he wasn't real at all... Or was he?

"Maybe I don't need you anymore," Charon mumbled as he looked to the empty spot by his side while the ocean's waves calmly lapped at his toes. "Maybe it's time you go back to your troll family, or wherever you came from." Charon's ear twitched as he perked his ears forth and then flattened them in his neck. I don't have a home, other than your mind, and I won't go, because I'm your friend. "Whatever Drake — that was just my own mind pretending again since you're not real anyway." And Drake stared back at his friend with sad, frowning eyes while Charon stared at the empty spot on the beach, at his imaginary friend which refused to go away, with narrowed eyes.