Broken Boulder dream for me anything, but dream it in color

Alarian was immediately cheerful when he became aware of his sister's presence. He welcomed her touch, responding with a brief draw of his tongue over her ear.
Lanawyn. The boy murmured, warm and content under her gaze. At her question, he offered a tentative smile. I'm okay. I want to-- I think we should do some exploring! It had been so long since he had asked her that. Of course he had tried as a child-- she was his sister and he loved her, but something had always been off. Some inexplicable melancholy had gripped the girl, and Ali's younger counterpart had not cared to pry.
But he cared now. More than he could express over days or weeks; he expected to spend years showing her. He wanted to.