"We could go anywhere, anywhere at all," Aurora whispers, nuzzling into her lover's neck, arms tightening around Mulan's waist as the horse's speed unsettles her again. The sun is cresting over the hill far in front of them, the light consequently growing dimmer, but though the horse races ahead at Mulan's command it does not falter, and they bound away from the life she'd had, and onto something better.
Aurora wakes at dawn, to find that Mulan had fallen asleep before setting up her own shelter, her head still in Aurora's lap.
Aurora strokes Mulan's smooth black hair, and smiles.