It had been pretty peaceful as of late. Nothing to crazy or out of no where had made its presence known, and as usual, she was joined by the priest she had come to admire. Funny thing admiration was. You never could tell who would come to steal your heart. The pair had been strolling through the meadows, snow still covering the landscape until spring could claim it again.

Dusk came quicker then she had thought, the sun's rays now lowering beneath the horizon bringing about dark golds, oranges and yellows to meet her gaze. It was a pretty sight, bringing her a warmth that she still had very much longed for, but had nearly accepted that she would never feel it again. But she had found a different warmth within Kaphiri, and she was very much grateful for it. If only she could move on and show the same indefinitely, completely.

The desert rose continued to follow him, though slowed down once he came in front of her. It was as if he was trying to protect her from something. Her attention was drawn to something pink floating in the wind. Were those flower petals? They continued to fall, her eyes being drawn from them to high up. A tunnel of trees had now appeared before them. It was the oddest thing, but at least it didn't seem harmful. Kaphiri in fact seemed delighted by it. He even challenged her to a race. You're on! I'll leave you in the dust! She laughed as she raced through the tunnel, following him like a beacon as they raced through the trail of flowering trees.

The auburn kissed woman kept on running, catching up to him in time. But as she neared the exit of the tunnel, something strange happened. Scents of a time long past, of a place so dear in her mind, came rushing back to her in an instant. A deep orange and rust light hit her eyes, leading her to the outside world. And she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Amrei stopped in her tracks once she hit the soft sand. No....it...can't be.

It was impossible. How can this be happening? Amrei looked all around her, the once beautiful canyons and deep sandy dunes surrounding it were staring her in the face. The smell and sound of the river she had swam in as a pup filled her nose to the brim. Off in the distance, the running water could be seen, beckoning her to swim in its warm depths again.

Soon water of another form was touching her, gracing her cheek bones as tears falling from her amber eyes. Her heart was beating a hundred miles and hour, her voice caught in her throat as she tried to find the words. But nothing ever came. Just admiration, happiness, and a deep longing threatening to grip on to her like all hell.