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I risk a glance at hi landscape, his lips parted, brows furrowed I can’t read hi on behind those artistic features

"I--I wish I could have given you so you could hold or see, but it’s not policy for us to keep the remains I researched it to make sure, and this is where--"

"No" Flynn’s voice is hoarse, his eyes distant "No, this is beautiful Thank you"

I feel the bands of nervous tension easing a little I step closer to hih his "We had no right to keep her from you" I press my lips to the fabric of his jacket, over his shoulder "I know it’s not " He turns and wraps his arside mine "Thank you, Jubilee"

We stand that way for a tiather itself to sweep across the landscape Finally, Flynn pulls away enough to run a hand down ain

"So tell , surass beside him so we can watch the sunrise paint the clouds

I lean back on my elbows "Did you ever want to be an explorer when you were little?"

I go on to tell hi dreams, realistic and nonsensical dreams Snatches of Avon, of Verona, of different times and places Of host, the shining light that I noas the whisper

I tell him how in every dreahs softly when he hears my breath catch, and tells me he alill be there

We talk about ten years of drea back to h the hills, carried on the night air, ht his sister would have liked h Watching a for dawn

Our voices rise, and fall, and fall again The silences are coaze upward, and for a long : an odd spark of light, high above where the clouds are still indigo, like landing lights or