Dreams

Elizabeth gazed over the dark endless waves, her vision blurred by the Athosian ale she and Teyla were sharing. "I used to dream of a place like this." She murmured.

"Have you considered your dreams led you here?" Teyla asked quietly.

Elizabeth turned blinking groggily. "How's that?"

"Dreams reveal our hopes, our desires. My father often said dreams guide our hearts. Perhaps, yours guided you to Atlantis."

For a moment, the only sound was the gentle lapping of waves against the pier. Finally, Elizabeth touched her cup to Teyla's. "Here's to dreams and where they lead." Teyla smiled. "To dreams."