Private Finished Legends Never Die

Shay was excited the entire way to Ireland. She couldn't nap on their way there, besides she was feeling amazing. Suspiciously amazing. Shay counted her lucky stars that her body decided to cooperate with her for once and let her have a nice honeymoon.

Shay didn't even attempt not to hang on Fitz and pester him with questions about his time there and where they would go, or what traveling was like.

The next two days were spent traveling and sleeping under the stars. No hotels. No camping equipment. For the most part, they didn't spend time with many people, but that night they traveled with a caravan. Shay stayed close to Fitz's side, listening in intrigued.

"Nope!" Shay said, then corrected herself with a grin. "I mean, yep. I just don't feel so sick," she told him in a sort of hushed whisper. "Maybe it's something to do with the air here? I dunno. Maybe it's all just collecting, and I'll crash when we get home, but I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts."

Shay stopped talking and looked around. She was in the real world. No Dragons out in the open. No blood bars. No Jack's. It was such an odd feeling to whisper normal things that she was used to talking about in full volume.

"Is it cause you're wearing your amulet thing?"

If Shay was wary over spending her time near the travelers, she didn't show it. In truth, people could be dangerous, and Shay couldn't always follow Fitz's accent or the quick way in which most of them spoke to disorient others, but she'd been around worse.

"When's the next stop? When can we explore? Do you know where we're stopping next?" Shay wanted to run; she wanted to scoop up rocks and peer underneath — metaphorically, of course.

She took a moment to notice people would intermediately whisper or point at him and grinned, poking his cheek while peering upward at his hat.

"I think people are talking about you, Mister Green Hat."

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.

Shay sniggered when Fitz pulled her into a kiss. The warmth was a nice juxtaposition against the breeze and God if he didn't smell great. She held his collar, kept him from pulling away from her and reached up to toy with the hat on his head.

"I'd love to see the places you used to cause trouble, but first..."

And like any honeymooning couple, Shay was going to milk their free time for all it was worth. Fitz all to herself? She couldn't pass up the opportunity.

They were Gods knew how far from any people, surrounded by country and the stars. It was chilly out, but nothing either of them couldn't handle.

Shay didn't bother taking all their clothes off, in the case that someone happened by. It was warm, in his arms. The kind of lovemaking Shay hadn't experienced before Fitz. With giggling and gently kisses and brushes of the hand. Love before satisfaction. Mutual trust.

Once they'd finished, Shay lied with Fitz, cuddled into his side and staring up at the night sky, trying to catch her breath. Still feeling amazing. Now it was getting weird.

"Mine. Mine forever. And I'm yours." Shay laughed. "Never to knock boots with some barmaid again and get your clothes stolen."

Shay couldn't help but groan at the idea of getting dressed. "Can't we walk nude?" she asked with a laugh, even as she pulled on her clothing.

The pub Fitz brought Shay to was one she remembered. That was surreal. She'd seen this place before, through his eyes. But she listened to Fitz's excited chattering with a gleam in her eye. He seemed genuinely excited.

Shay had worried he wouldn't like coming back home, reliving old memories. She turned in her seat to look at the things he was pointing. Again, the sensation of home fell upon her. It was enough to nearly shake her to her core.

This was the Narrow Reality. Shay had expected to be bored by the lack of giant creatures and magic, but somehow it all felt sweeter. She didn't have to worry about her everyday problems here. Just her and Fitz. Alone. Together.

When he'd finished talking, Shay grinned at him, winked, and got up to approach the bar and introduce herself to the man there that apparently knew Fitz.

She sat at the bar and leaned on it in interest. "You know my name, but my husband was so inconsiderate as not to give me yours."