#i might do more sketchier ones or small animations to go with the writings

[blufox234isadumbname]

Day 252 since we've had Dreamon Hunters on the Dream SMP

Smoke Rising Like Lifted Hands - The Oh Hellos

In the curtain of snow, laid upon the white horizon was a structure. Roofed and wide, fenced in by dark oak. Because of the cover of unusually heavy snow, not much else could be seen from there. The fenceposts seemed more alive than the trees that surrounded it, made by hands very much more alive. Gentle hands grazed the top of it, dusting off flakes of gold dust. Though, some of the gold was in the wood itself, its cracks and seams gilded protectively. Tubbo didn't think much of it, while Fundy admired it for a little bit longer. The two hopped over the gate, uncaring for it hanging by rusted hinges; and seemingly, uncaring for the others behind them if it weren't for a cough.

"Oh, whoops. My bad." Tubbo turned back around to open a sliver of entry for the Dreamons.

Tommy nodded a thanks, so did Ranboo, and so did Yoghurt. The captive rogue hunters, however, didn't spare a joyous halnce. The beanie one just sneered and the purple guy just wanted sleep. The group headed closer to the structure, which with more steps revealed to be a cabin. Or rather, tow cabins, very similar to each other. They weren't grandiose, not likened to a wooden castle or fortress. Only their heights were impressive, which could only be thanked by the nature providing a hill. The cabins had spruce pillars outlining a white exterior, supported by stone brickwork as the shared foundation. The roof, mainly of spruce and dark oak, was blanketed in powdery snow. The only thing uncovered was a stone brick chimney, spewing out smoke that rose like lifted hands. The only light around was the fading dusk sun and the oil lanterns hanging from the roofs.

Fundy had to wonder where the time went, it almost felt like forever in the forest. They came in for one goal and the hours just flew. He became preoccupied with finding his friend, subsequently losing both his friends, being chased by a dreamon, then chased by hunters, and now arriving at a stranger's home. Of all things to happen in a day, these events were the strangest. He had to pity Tubbk and whatever he had to see, to which he had no clue about since the younger hadn't shared.

Tommy eagerly floated down to the snow, his feet barley making a dent in the snow. Immediately, he shot ahead of the cautiously slow hunters, mainly struggling with getting through the above-ankle deep white.

"You're going to LOVE Phil! He's so great!" The blonde dreamon was practically jumping up and down - or rather floating randomly - at the mention of this fellow, "He knows like a lot, like the wise man he is."

"I guess he sounds old." Tubbo chuckled, once getting closer to the excited spirit.

"Pft, oh yeah. Definitely old. Older than any of the Dreamons here, probably."

Tommy landed in front of the door, and slammed his knuckles against the door. Tubbo stared the footsteps that disturbed the snowy sheet on the stairs, Fundy saw them too. Before much more thoughts entered his mind, the door opened up. There stood a man, shorter than Tommy but less blonde. Hard to tell under his white and emerald striped bucket hat. Like his hat, he had a draped outfit - Fundy learned that people from the east called it a yukata - under a black cardigan over his shoudlers. His light blue eyes widened at the sight of familiar and then newer faces at the doorstep

"Tommy?" The green-clad man questioned, both with pleasant surprise and mild confusion.

"I know, I know, weird time to pop by for tea." The dreamon rattled off, "Really, tea is for any time and time is now. But I'm not here for tea, I'm here for like a book or something."

"Mate, what are you talking about. And who are they? More specifically those ones."

The man pointed to the tied up ones being dragged by Yoghurt and Ranboo.

"Oh yeah, you know those hunters loose in the forest, I managed to catch them!"

"Oh. Those guys. And you bring them to me because?"

"Well I wanted to keep an eye on them but I had to come here. Because of these two weirdos here- "

Tommy pointed to Fundy and Tubbo, both feigning offense.

" -needing some help to help a friend

They say they're hunters but they haven't bottled anyone."

"So you're just bringing every single human to me...for what reason?"

"Well I know you're old, so you can help those two with dreamon stuff. You know more than any other and none of the gods are back yet."

"I wish I could help, I do Tommy, but I'm already preoccupied with two other humans George of all people brought in. They're already asking a lot from me and-"

Fundy's eyes shot up.

"Wait! Did you say humans?"

He nodded, opening the door further for Fundy to take a closer look. Silently, the hunter thanked Prime upon the sight of whoever was seated at the table by the window. He didn't bother with the masked one or the one with a mushroom cap for a hat, he was focused on just one. The raven-haired hitched his breath upon the familiar sights too. Fundy, and soon Tubbo, shouted out his name out of purest joy, the anchoring wights from their chests releasing. Fundy thought it was strange that day, almost entirety of it was strange. In the coldest part of the forest, he felt the warmest there in that frosty cabin, in the tightest gripping hug ever so familiar. He wouldn't have it as anything else.