Rising Sun Valley Leave me in the afterglow, the dew of dying stars

"reverie. reverie, please."
at last lestan gave up. he only sat down with her, bracing himself against the shearing wind so that he could shield her.
he looked over the silent woman as they were still, seeing that she had traveled, as she meant. but why did she go? and this name, it held such pain.
lestan fell into hard thought.