It has once been said that if one were to get a taste of the sky, feel its wind against your skin and experience true bliss, you would forevermore look up, yearning for another taste. Looking up from a particular part of the forest however, one would be met with an umbral embrace as a shadow danced across the skies.

Heavy beating of wings battled against thrashing winds as only the most hardy of fliers could fly amongst the rolling hills of clouds that seemed to loom infinitely across the horizon. Lowering its altitude, the shadow revealed it's true nature as first a pair of massive talons loomed into view, quickly followed by pure white plumage and an ebony beak. It was a predator on the hunt, and looking through its emerald eyes, it gazed upon a meadow as it spotted yet another of the folks' houses. This one however was strange, as it was in the middle of nowhere, with wheels adorning it's corners. If it were not for the thrashing winds though, one could hear the muffled laughter of a joyous angel.

Yet, it's gaze turned elsewhere, as a fully grown woolly rhinoceros escaped the forest's edge and began wandering into open plains. Prey.

…

"Come now children!" Helena called as she led the tiny trio into the giant wagon. "I'll get some hot chocolate started up for you," she said as she closed the door before pointing over to the couch "so you just sit tight on the couch over there."

The trio turned to one another with confusion marking their faces as they didn't move from their spot. Eventually Lucia stepped up towards Helena as she was looking through the cupboards.

"Umm… Helena, was it?" Lucia asked with the angel perking up at the question.

"Yes, little one?" She said as she turned around to face the little griff.

"Not to be rude or anything but… what's hot 'chocolate?'"

"You what?! You don't know wh-" Helena exclaimed before catching herself upon realizing her mistake. "Oh. Right. Apologies if I frightened you little one, it's just just commonality where I'm from. Don't worry though! I'm sure you'll like it, my father made it for us all the time when I was younger, even though we didn't need it."

The little griff surprisingly enough did not budge from the sudden outburst, though a certain wolf pup flinched a little at the sudden change of tone.

"But do take a seat, adventuring out in the cold all morning long must've gotten you a little tired. We still got some babka that I had packed, I can make some French toast for you! Are you hungry?" Helena continued with a 'squee' at the end upon the mentioning of French toast, it being one of her favourite childhood treats.

The trio turned to ask each other but before they could, Illarion's stomach suddenly made a gurgling sound, much to the embarrassment of the young drake's floppy ears twitched and lit up in a purple color.

"Well," Helena began as she leaned over the kitchen counter with a smug smile lining her lips "I guess that answers that question, haha! Now sit yourselves down and let me do my magic!" She said as her fingers lit up in a golden glow as various items across the kitchen began floating down to the counter, before being prepared in various ways.

The trio watched on for a little bit at the skill of which she could manage so many items at once, then began making their way towards the front of the wagon. Sitting down on a rectangle shaped couch with sides extending outwards, in front of which a retractable table stood, they held quiet for a moment before the silence was broken by Fiddie.

"... You think they'll be alright? Mommy and those… men?" He asked, his voice just above that of a whisper as he looked at his sister with water in his eyes.

The little lioness looked down at her brother before he was pulled into the fluff of his big brother's tuft. "They'll be alright, little guy," Illarion said "mother's the toughest griffon I know, besides, did you see the size of those two guys? And that's not even mentioning that beast of an elk that just careered straight through those trees!" He exclaimed as he ruffled the little pup's, making him whine but grin a little as he looked up at his brother. "So don't worry about it, alright?" Illarion finished as he looked down with a gentle smile.

Leona looked on, noting the tiny glint of fear that still coursed through both of them at the memory of the scream. No matter how many hunts Leona went on, the three of them never stopped worrying over their mother. No, they had lost too many beforehand to not worry.

Silence held on for a little while before the three of them settled into more normal conversation, mostly just making observations about the abode of their hosts.

The frontmost part ended in a sort of half circle as the absolute front was flat for the seat of the driver on the outer side of the carriage. Yet, the flat surface did not cover the entirety of the frontmost wall, as two thirds of it was instead curved in such a way that it extended the width of the front till it met up with the side walls. Sitting inside one could gaze outside through the windows lining the front's curved walls, with metal frames forming a diamond pattern across them.

A little ways away from them lay the kitchen, currently occupied by an angel, gracefully working away at an admittedly deliciously smelling dish. Two tabletops for chopping poking towards the front and the trios left, where the door lay, forming a section of space in the wagon for the kitchen. Inside of which, a strange stove lay, producing fire without the need of firewood and also what seemed to the trio as some sort of big strange white cabinet. There also lay a sink with a metal basin underneath, with a hole in the middle for water to drain away to. Cupboards and drawers lined the spaces both above and below the tabletops, making sure no space was left unused, though the space above the stove was occupied by what Elijah and the angels would recognise as a fan.

Further down the carriage, a wall covered most of its space with a hallway lining the trios right hand wall leading down to a set of two doors. Yet before they could muse more over the design of the mobile home, a set of clamps were heard from the kitchen as Helena spoke up.

"Alright, kids!" She began before lifting up a trio of plates and mugs in her telekinesis whilst strolling over to the three in question. "Prepare to be amazed, as you're gonna witness God's answer to the discomfort of frost!" She exclaimed as she lifted down the plates in front of them whilst striking an overly dramatic pose. "I give you hot chocolate with a French toast babka! Haha!"

The three gawked at what had been placed in front of them, the French toast a beautiful mix of gold and brown as it glistened from the butter placed onto top of it. To the side lay a small pool of maple syrup and next to the plates were mugs of steamy hot chocolate with tiny little marshmallows floating on its surface.

The dish looked stunning with an absolutely decadent smell that made the trio drool, but before they could dig into it, Helena suddenly popped up in the middle of the couch, placing herself right between Lucia and her brothers.

"Now, let us pray." She said with a smile as she held her hands out towards Fiddie and his sister.

"Pray? You mean like… prey on the toast?" Fiddie asked in confusion as he tilted his head with an adorable flick of his ear.

"Hehe, no little one. Praying is the act of communicating through our words and thoughts to the Lord." Helena said as she pointed to a corner, in between an uppermost cupboard and the right hand wall. There, nestled up at Helena's head head height lay a shelf with a picture of Christ holding two small angels within his grasp, the two of them looking no more than two years old. The three of them stood amongst a sea of clouds, with a warm light down, highlighting the smiles upon their faces and the kindness and innocence in their eyes. Beside the picture however was a bit more morbid sight, as a cross, bearing Jesus upon it with nails driven through the palm of his hands. Looking at the picture as well, one would still see the scars he bears, as a reminder of his burden.

"He is the alpha and the omega," she said as their attention was wrapped upon it's visage "the creator of all, and he who loves us more than anyone else, even my own father."

"Creator of all? But… he's but one man?" Lucia replied in confusion upon the notion.

"But a man? No, little one." She said with a smile as she leaned towards and placed her right arm around her. "He is more than a man, he is the one who created man. He himself chose that form for a single purpose, to redeem us, his children. For unto him, every sin was laid as he died upon a cross, just like the one laying there. And although he had died, tortured by his own children before stabbed through the stomach, he arose after death, and promised us eternal life within his kingdom, if only we allow him into our hearts, and follow his teachings." She finished up before gesturing towards the meal. "This prayer, being one of those teachings. Now, get your cute little talons, claws and paws together and i'll lead you in, all you have to do is close your eyes and repeat the final word that I utter, 'amen'"

The trio thought for themselves, not truly understanding or really believing that someone that significant could exist, that there was someone who loved them unconditionally for who they were. Lucia especially, being the oldest, was sceptical, after all the horror she had endured, how can someone love her whilst also allowing such things to happen? Yet all three of them were once again interrupted by a gurgling coming from one another, their faces lighting up in embarrassment as Helena snickered.

Slowly and gently they reached up, grabbing one another's appendages at the prospect of a free meal. Then Helena began her prayer as they all closed their eyes.

"Lord," she began "Thank you for family and friends. Thank you for times like these, where we can gather together, share in food, drink and love. Please bless this meal, and all that it means. May the food nourish us, and this fellowship enrich our lives. We pray also for those who could not make it to our table, who as we speak go hungry. May they too find nourishment in your bread, and everlasting love. But most importantly, may we always invite you into our homes, and into our hearts. Amen."

"Amen."

"Now, you can dig in!" Helena said, gesturing out towards the food.

The effect was immediate as all three of the children scrambled to get a first bite, forgetting to even blow it. As they all got a mouthful of the treat though, their faces lit up and a collective moan of pure bliss filled the room as Helena smiled at the childishness. Fiddie, surprisingly enough, was the first one to finish as he eyed the hot chocolate.

"Go on, little one." Fiddie looked up at the angel. "Just remember to blow on it so you don't burn your tongue." She said with a smile.

Nodding, Fiddie carefully lifted up the cup in his telekinesis, making his runes glow a white color as they worked their magic. Blowing on the steaming liquid, he took a small sip and squee'd in joy over how good it tasted.

The twenty minutes was a period of pure bliss for the youngsters with Helena reveling in the enjoyment of watching others achieving happiness over her work. As the final bite was taken and final sip of hot chocolate was drunk, they all settled down and stretched across the couch, with Fiddie laying on top of Illarion and both elder brother and sister resting their heads on the lap of Helena.

"I'm guessing you all wanna take a little nap, hm?" Helena said in a hushed tone, with a trio of murmurs in reply. "Hehe, I'll take that as a yes."

Lighting up a finger, she opened a hidden cabinet beneath the couch and lifted up an utmost peculiar object onto the table. A second finger then lit up and a black disk floated up from the same cabinet and was placed on top of the box. For a small moment, a button was pressed as a sound, then an odd yet calming tune came whirling out of the metal horn sticking out on top. Finally, laying her wings down on top of the trio, they all drifted into deep slumber as they listened to the gentle voice of the singer.

Author's Note

God, I love the adorableness of these three. I mean could you imagine the absolute comfy energy radiating in that room? Wings on top of headpats, on top of snuggling and lap pillows. Not to even mention comfy music!

(Carriage is more of a medieval caravan but ay, when ya got Adolphus at the front, why not make an extension?)