Blacktail Deer Plateau so fill up your lungs and just run.

Finley's tongue rolled out of her mouth as her chest heaved from the effort of catching her breath. She turned to look at Finn, grinning with satisfaction that he was just as worn out as she was, though even more that he looked like he was ready to go again. That would be good because they still had a decent amount of time left before the sun came up and the game was over. She swept her gaze across the sky, part of her hoping that another star would go shooting across and and the chase would be on again, and another part hoping they had a little more time to catch their breath.

"I used to do this with my dad," she said after a moment, a faint smile touching her face as the memory played in her mind, "He always said that wherever we ended up by the morning would be a magical place--a place where something beautiful would occur or where something magical could be found." Fin had never known what to expect when the game ended. Usually it involved curling up within his warm embrace and falling asleep. When she was really young, he was able to fool her by saying a stick that they found at the end was a magic stick that granted wishes. Or a tree that sometimes came to life and could answer any question. "We ended up in the middle of a river once. And he told me the fish there could sing."

She turned then to look at her companion, her eyes catching onto those of sunlit ferns. "It was just him humming. He totally got me, though," she added with a gentle laugh, "The asshole." She shook her head and looked back to the sky fondly.

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