[Nurumaiel]

Anson wrapped his blanket tighter around him and tried to look comfortable. If this was what adventures were like, they weren't too bad, save that they were unbearably cold. He longed for the warm fire that always lit up that cozy little hole back home. They did have a fire lit now, but it wasn't the same when the cold winds could come and go as they pleased with no sturdy walls to stop it.

He glanced over at Gorby who was sitting a little distance away from the fire, his head dropped low. He seemed to be concentrating on something. Anson crawled up behind him and strained his neck over his friend's shoulder so he could see the drawing. Gorby became aware that someone was breathing directly in his ear, so he turned his head. "Oh," he said, smiling. "Hello, Anson."

"Hello, Gorby," replied Anson, sitting down alongside his friend. "What are you doing?"

"I'm drawing Falowik." Gorby hesitated a few moments, gazing at the drawing. After those few moments he looked up at Anson, uncertainty on his face. His voice low, he murmured, "Tell me, Anson, just what do you think of it? Do you think it's all right."

Anson screwed up his face and looked from the drawing to Falowik, and from Falowik back to the drawing. He did this for about two minutes, then he let out a long sigh and smiled at Gorby. "It looks just like him," he said. Gorby didn't look convinced. "Really, Gorby. I think it's very, very good."

"You think everything is good," Gorby sighed, but secretly he felt pleased that Anson liked the drawing. He received no answer from his friend, so he looked up from his sketch. Anson's face was once again screwed up, and he appeared to be thinking very hard. "Well, Gorby, I don't quite know what to say," Anson replied. "I think everything is good, you tell me. But isn't everything good?" Gorby could make no answer. "Oh, and by the way... these adventures aren't too bad. They're just awfully cold. It will be nice to go home to my family and tell them about the adventure I've been on." He grinned at the thought, then he stood up and patted Gorby's back. "I'm going to bed. Good night, Gorby."