A Year and A Day

The sky holds but one star in it. Inky blackness stretches past the horizon where the grey tones of rolling hills and faux flora give the world a resemblance of the home they were exiled from. With this flora led to beasts that eat the plants. It led to predators that eat the herbivores. Even in this desolate land, the laws must be obeyed. All things have a price.
"Fire still works," the dragonborn says as he returns with a brute's worth of seasoned fuel from a felled tree. The flames glow like the sun, reminding the pair that color exists beyond their own personal shades. Ty's silver scales do not help to contrast the trees and grass that only appear in tones of white and black.
"Small miracles," Be'lania replies, the young songstress holding more vibrant colors in hair reminding them of the distant shores of home. It had been a year and a day since Ty Targarius was first sent this this world. Not long after, Be'lania would be put into his care. She stokes the flames with a long stick. She is quiet again.
A deep breath comes from the dragonborn that once could command the attention of entire companies of soldiers. Now he struggles to keep the attention of one depressed artist. "Still working on that song?"
"Not really," she says, poking the fire again. Embers flick up into the air, landing on the dry grass nearby. It begins to smolder as Ty stomps it out with a single thump of his foot.
"Twenty questions?" Ty asks, taking some of the freshly cooked food from a void beast they encountered earlier in the day.
"Sure," Be'lania says dismissively.
"I'll start. Favorite food?" he asks, tearing into the meat with sharp, draconian teeth.
"..." she remains silent as the dragon commander eats louder and louder. "Will. You. Stop!"
"Just following the rules of the game."
"Those weren't in the rules!"
"Well they should be."
"Hrmph," pouts the singer, showing her ferocity in taking a rock in a flash of rage and throwing it at Ty's face. She realizes her mistake after the rock leaves her hand. It hits him square in the face, causing a small gash along his jaw. "I'm... so sorry!"
There is a pause in Ty's mannerisms where time stands still. Like an adventurer staring down the chilly eyes of a dragon for a moment, an aura of fear fills the area. It passes. "Favorite Food?"
"F-fish," stammers out the girl.
"Any type of fish?"
"Is that your second question?"
"Yes. And that was your first."
"Mrrrggrrgrr," Be'lania rages back as Ty laughs at her despite the blood trickling down his face. "Specifically there is a sea bass that was off of the eastern coast of Arhor'ha. You could find pods of dolphins swimming near them and it was close enough to the Dolphin Tribe that it made me think of my father. That it would be something he would eat."
A grump from Ty. This again. "Yeah. You and your daddy issues."
"Well maybe you shouldn't ask for such detail if you. Cant. Take. It." she challenges back.
"Point Be'lania. Your question."
"If you could say anything to your father right now, what would you say?" Be'lania asks, not satisfied with one point. She wants all the points.
"Low blow."
"Don't play the game if you can't win it," she says with a triumphant smile that says why bards are better than paladins.
"Fair. I'd say," Ty says with a pause of thought, not one to shy down from a challenge, "We both made mistakes. I want to move past them and start fresh."
Be'lania is taken back by the sudden maturity in the man, "I wasn't expecting that. Do you..."
Before they get in a drawn out conversation about their fathers, Ty interrupts her with a quick, "Why didn't you seek out your half-brother?"
"Low... blow..." she replies softly.
"Doesn't feel good, does it?"
"No, it doesn't," she says, ashamed of that fact, "especially since I did try."
"Bullshit. He would have crossed worlds to find you. He did cross worlds to find you. All you had to do was try a little too."
"I did," she yells back, "you are just too... stupid... to remember. You were there too! In your dumb trial. Or his dumb trial. You had the same trial."
"Come again?"
"Don't you remember it? So many people were there. Nasdamn was there. Iolanthe was there. Even Dahlia was there."
"I think I'd remember if Dahlia or Io was somewhere with me. They leave lasting impressions where ever they go."
"This isn't a joke. It really happened. I... escaped. Or I was allowed to escape. I don't remember. Thomas was so..." Be'lania trails off. Her time with the man was cruel to say the least. The amount of time she escaped only to realize it was a game to him. Her concept of reality distorted until hope was as distant as these dark shores.
"I believe you," Ty says without a convincing tone of voice, looking from the woman to fire between them. "Some times you are in a cage without knowing it. You realize it one day and you escape from one cage only to go to the next cage. To the world, you never escaped, but it is no ones place to judge you for trying. You try until you succeed. No matter the cost."
The two share an uncomfortable silence.
"What number are we on again, Ty?" Be'lania asks quietly.
"I don't remember," he responds back in a somber voice.
"Am I going to get out of here?" she chokes back on the idea that this personal hell is her future.
"I promise." Ty says dismissively, eyes staying on the crackling fire.