"What is it like, Diaval?" he looks at her oddly in the dim light of the setting sun and she smiles at him gently before lightly touching his back, just where, if he had been transformed, wings would have been. "What is it like to have wings? To fly?"

Her keen eyes did not miss him tense under her feathery touch, but she had long ago stopped wondering why it was he looked at her the way he did with, or why he recoiled at her touch as if she were made of the most toxic poison. He loved her, but she was forbidden. She loved him, but he was forbidden. Their feelings were complex, and though Aurora was still learning about her true feelings, she does understands them enough to relish these moments in which there is just the two of them in privacy and she is able to touch him faintly when he isn't expecting it.

She's a silly, selfish little girl, not considering his feelings and his wishes to distance himself from this feeling, but her skin longs to touch his, even if only for the briefest of moments.

When he fingers retreat he relaxes and takes a shallow intake of air into his lungs. "Weightless." His response is so simple, yet so perfect.

To fly must be grand, she thought to herself longingly. To be so high above the world and the worries that wait for you down below. It is to be 'weightless'. "I'd like to fly one day," she admits foolishly, knowing this wish will never come true. Among other wishes that were impractical this one was also impossible.

Through the corner of her eyes she sees Diaval scrutinizing her and a faint blush appears on her cheeks. It isn't until she is looking down at her hands in her lap does he speak, "Humans can't fly, my Queen," he says it as if he thought she may have forgotten.

Sighing deeply Aurora falls back onto the grass. Looking up at Diaval with hooded eyes she says with a heavy heart, "Maybe I do not wish to be a human, Diaval. Maybe I do not wish to be a queen."

Slowly, cautiously as if she might jolt up, Diaval eases himself until he is laying on his back with his elbows propping him up. Aurora wonders if to onlookers they looked like two lovers resting under the fading sun, and her heart constricts slightly. Not able to dwell on these thoughts, Diaval responds, "What do you wish to be?"

Another deep, heavy sigh. "I don't know. Perhaps a faerie." She thinks of her godmother fondly who is probably off soaring through the moors. She smiles slightly at the next thought that enters her mind. "Or a raven." Cornflower eyes meet earthy brown, almost black in the growing darkness, and she studies him for his reaction.

When he offers none she feels a bit disappointed, (she often likes his reactions) but only for a moment. He moves too quickly for her human eyes to see. One minute he's lounging beside her looking at her with bird-like curiosity, and the next he has bent down and delivered a quick, innocent peck to her forehead. Not too unlike a father would give their daughter. It is his words, however that hold too much hidden longing and sincerity that give him away. "Don't ever wish to be something you are not, my Queen. You are perfect just the way you are."

And again far too fast for her liking he is up on his feet strolling away, leaving her alone in the moorlands.

She places her hand over her chest, over her heart, and she closes her eyes.

For a moment she feels like she is flying. She feels weightless. She relishes the moment because sooner than later she'll have to land.