Stone Circle Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

He is a dreamer. His ideas and exuberance are infectious, enough for her to crave his lifestyle, to for a moment consider the idea to blaze a path with him into parts unknown. To pick up and go each morning and lay her head down somewhere new each night. Because Tauris is a dreamer too.

When Louis’ blue eyes turn on her, she smiles and settles her head back into the lea, so in her vision he is centered over the cloudless sky above.

“It’d be a proper adventure,” she will muse with a soft brush to his shoulder. But there’s a name in her mind that won't go, and in some impossible way he fills her so fully that all others will leave her mouth. When she imagines what tomorrow looks like, he is there.

“I’ve met someone, Louis,” she admits nervously, watching him. “Two someones. I can’t leave Kvarsheim. And…” Her ears fall and she looks away. If there is hurt in his eyes, she doesn’t want to see it, especially when she at last reveals:

“I think I’m pregnant.”