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

Caught again in a daydream- he wondered what the world was like through her eyes? To him she always seemed to be distant, living some rose-tinted dream. The snow, sparkly- he hadn't really considered to see it as much more than a freezing bother. How lovely was her perception... she saw the world like a girl's dream, he saw it through drugged hallucinations. Neither one could approach reality with open eyes. 

He was just happy to hear that she wanted to stay in the area, at least. He had had enough travel for now, and fully intended on taking it slower. His ruby eyes begin to graze the horizons for any hint of that beloved plant, poking out from the snow perhaps- he would need it soon. Of course he barely paid attention as Aoibh went off on some tangent about a child they'd met a while back. He pays little attention, as he begins to wander. Not in such a scurrying hurry as Aoibh, but eager enough. 

It's then that a little voice disturbs his search. And he looks up, annoyed, but his gaze quickly softens. Had Deidra's sister somehow summoned her in words? Speak of a girl, and there she was! He stumbles towards her drunkenly, but collects himself. Good afternoon, Lumiya. He greets the little girl with a respectful bow of his head, before rising to meet her gaze again. But quickly he's glancing back, scarlet eyes wandering to Deidra as if to silently summon her (and her alone) to the scene.