
Shay knew why he had gone quiet. She knew because she knew Fitz. She knew her husband. Christ! She finally got to say that word. It was all real now.
She laid a hand on his arm and smiled up reassuringly at him. Shay stopped herself from wiggling around like some kind of child and instead reclined against her
husband (ah, a word she was coming to adore).
Half of his talk about kilometers and locations were lost on her, beyond a map, Shay knew absolutely nothing about this place... Well, perhaps not absolutely nothing. Being here, Shay felt nostalgia she was sure had been gathered while in Derry's mind.
"You think it's every day people see a
legend married? Are you even supposed to get married or are you just a bad boy rulebreaker now?"
Her grin was sharp and playful. Shay closed her eyes, let her smile relax away. It felt so natural here. The smell, the feel of the caravan. The sounds of the travelers. Shay felt like she belonged when rightfully she shouldn't have.
There was a magic to the lack of magic in this world. Contradictory as it sounded.
By the time Shay woke up, they were stopped, and the sun was dipping well below the horizon. She could smell the beginnings of a fire. Moving from Fitz's shoulder, Shay rubbed her eyes and got up, feet on the soil.
She breathed in deeply, waiting for some aches — something — to settle in. But no. No nightmares, either. Nothing death related and nothing trauma related. It was all very odd. She couldn't understand it. Honestly, she didn't want to bother trying.
Enjoy it while you can.
"I take it we're not staying here?" She asked Fitz, already looking ready to run at a full sprint... somewhere.
Shay wanted to dance and run and sing through fields. Climb rocks, find the secrets of this world. She didn't wait for him to answer before grabbing his wrist.
"C'mon!" She'd yank Fitz along in a random direction, fill sprint on. Waving to any travelers they passed and offering them a breathy thanks for the company and ride.
"Whoo!" She hollered when they were well away from the light of the fire, bounding through the landscape. Shay didn't know where they were heading. Didn't care.
Out here, she could breathe. Out here, she could scream at the top of her lungs. Spin. Circle. Kick. Laugh. Run to catch bugs that flew up from the fields. And she did. She did all of those things because for once she could.