Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

he was with her, her friend, the one that did not allow her to travel alone. she was grateful for this, truly. without him she would probably be a mess, something that would jump and avoid all contact but with him she felt a little more grounded. she did not have to be afraid, did she? and must she not forget her sister was here too, the beautiful Aoibh. 

as they traveled her mind seemed to wander, moving from on subject to the next as she thought of an adventure. it was just the three of them, Fionn,  Aoibh, and herself. the court had been her home, their home. her life, their life but now she was out here. at least she had him, at least she had her sister, at least they got to experience this outside way of life together. in this dream she felt she had butterfly wings of her own, shimmering a pale silver with pale traces of gold in the sunlight. no, not gold. a dull color to match her eyes, maybe? what would Fionn's wings look like, would they be silver too? perhaps they would have intricate patterns in an ink black like his markings, maybe they would be ruby like his eyes? she was sure hee sister would have brilliant emerald wings, ones to rival a queen, but what about Fionn?

his voice came then, shattering her illusion of fairy wings and glittering dust that would trail them. she blinked a few times before she turned her periwinkle gaze to him. "hm?" she game a sound of question before his words fully registered, "a rest, yes, are you tired?"