Sunspire Mountains You know we could put them all to shame

Though he shook his head as if the words he spoke were insignificant, Reverie was struck by the simple sincerity of it. The beauty of it. She might have said as much, but then he went on and she went still and the world went quiet all around them. Or at least it seemed that way.

Now we don't belong to no one.

You could belong to me.

But she would never dare speak it. That just wasn't them. He took; she gave. She was beginning to realize that she would give him everything if he would only stay. She was beginning to realize that she was dancing to call the fire, that she had been all along, and wasn't that ironic?

After a moment she turned to embrace him, peppering gentle kisses across his brow and along his cheekbones. She didn't say anything. She only held him. It did get easier. The sea of grass always rose again, green turning to gold, in the wake of every fire.

But they were people, not grass, and people don't need to grow anew. They only need to heal. This is how they heal.