Fairy Dust

As a pup, Gaios never imagined he would be in a place like this, dancing under the moonlight with a beautiful fae. He was undeniably glad to have her with him, despite the risks it posed. But no one knew, and no one had to know. Either way, he knew he would protect her if the need ever arose. She was keen for the adventure, she said, and Gaios was unsurprised. Despite her early life Vira had a headstrong and vivacious nature. He thirst to make the best of whatever life remained to her was inspiring in its own way. "Adventure is never in short supply here," he replied with a laugh. "You may come to regret that wish. Did I ever tell you the story of my older brother and cousins exploring a beach and getting attacked by mutant crabs?" He laughed, despite his breathlessness. There always seemed to be some sort of trouble to find in Auster, and of course Boreas too. Part of what kept life interesting, he supposed. Eventually his steps slowed. Vira had out danced him thoroughly, but for his first try hopefully he wasn't half bad. He had half a mind to suggest dance lessons to Malleus as a form of training to keep warriors nimble and light on their paws. Something worth consideration, perhaps. "You've gone and tired me out, I think. What do you say we bed down for the night? We still have a long way to go tomorrow, barring shit weather." He turned his head upwards towards the cloudless sky. He knew that often perfectly clear skies meant large weather systems were pushing in behind them, but not always. They would have to wait and see. He would be lying if he said the thought of a long day curled under the roots of a tree with Echevira by his side wasn't appealing in it's own way, but they did have to keep moving. He looked back to smile softly at her. The moon light made her look more blue and silver than white and slate, like some sort of fairy creature or spirit. Coupled with the glowing trees and stones around them, it was an otherworldly sight. He felt fairly certain he would dream of running beside silver, shimmering wolves that night. His body ached, and his mind felt fuzzy with want for sleep. "TALK" "YOU" THINK

OOC: I'm the worst. Do we want to end it here? Maybe start up a new thread of a rainy day at a makeshift den or maybe some puddlejumping? My heart wants it.