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

if she had her wings they might have fluttered, giving away her discomfort. she did not like the way fionn and aoibh talked to each other, they always seemed at odds but she did not understand why. what was wrong with the use of herbs if they helped with pain or other ailments that were not seen? was she doing something wrong by wanting to help her friend? her mind wandered once more before his voice came again, she still really wished she knew what color his wings would be. maybe she could find a flower that would match, much like she found a really pretty rock for her sister when they were little pixies. it had matched her eyes, so green and shiny.

wait, what did fionn say? something about how her sister did not want to stop and how she did not want to stop but didn't she say she did, or was that something she thought instead of voicing?  "well...." she said quietly, she did not want to annoy anyone. if they really did not want to stop walking, she could stay quiet but what if there was something here they missed? what would they miss other than her own musings? "what if we looked around, its sparkly here," and it was, the snow seemed to glitter everywhere she looked