[His fascination with it is the only reason she doesn't look into dyes. That and it helps her to forget the distance in their ages. He is like a bright candle, one that's quickly burning it's way to the end while she remains a smouldering fire, one that will never truly die.

It hurts sometimes. She could show him so much if he aged like her. Naturally she knows she has many sweeps left, enough to show him all of Alternia, from the mountains to the deepest reaches of the oceans. But they'll never be time for that.

Perhaps in another life.

Sitting up she moves forward, hand sliding under his head to ease the pressure on his horns. At such a size they could snap any day and they don't want that.] Of course you did. Gave you an excuse to go to sleep, or at least retire from duties. But it's no where near as pretty as watching night creep in. [And just to be a pain she'll kiss him on the very tip of his nose.]