☼ TWENTY TWO ☼

[suncolors]

"I don't know, but I do think he will do well wherever he has gone back to, England I think, but not our England you see. He was older than he let on, but I didn't ask him why," she says to the thestral, a skeletal being not terribly unlike an emaciated member of the equine family. "I suppose it would be nice to get the chance to ask next time,"

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in my field of paper flowers;

[suncolors]

Time is funny in any world, and even funnier in dreams. One second you can be looking at a map and the next you might find yourself walking on it. In this case, Luna feels she only just spoke to the good Kay when she hears something that makes both her and the thestral turn sharply around, eyes wide, or so is the impression given. Her wand tucked casually behind her ear, as often it is, she stands, unhurried, bare feet making no noise as she walks through the clearing in the direction of the sound that yet seems to echo in that way dreams sometimes seem to amplify. The thestral follows close behind, and it bears mentioning, though a little lately, that this one is young, maybe separated from its mother too early. Hard to say.

A wave of compassionate red on summer green greets her around a slight bend in the clearing and she knows who it is from that and the presence she senses alone. Padding quietly over, she kneels down with a sort of vague look about her, but concern carries itself differently with Luna, as all affections do, and the hand she reaches out to fold over one of Ginny Weasley's hands is full of nothing but kindness.

"I seem to be seeing some of my very best friends tonight," she says, even though it is clearly day in the dream itself. The thestral, for its part, hoofs around a little, not sure of how close it wants to get to the newcomer or even Luna, now that she has changed the balance of the setting.

in my field of paper flowers;

[7thborn]

Ginny seems bewildered at first, and who can blame her? It's quite the jump from running for your life-or to save someone's life, she isn't sure she can tell the difference anymore-to simply sprawling in a field of fresh grass and clear sunlight. To be honest, it's disorientating, and the pounding of her heart and the shaking of her hands under Luna's attest to that.

"The very best..." she repeats in a puzzled daze, finally pushing herself up to sit and looking around, brows knitting when she doesn't recognise the place at all. It reminds her, a little bit, of the orchard near The Burrow. Of home.

"Luna?" Ginny finally questions as her bright brown eyes settle on her friend. They flicker briefly to the young thestral behind her and for a moment, she cannot remember... Can she already see them, after that Death Eater killed himself at the Battle of the Tower, or is it because dreams make anything possible? The young redhead hesitates, then suddenly starts forward, pulling the other girl into an unexpected embrace; because in her dreams, in her nightmares, Luna is gone and they hadn't found her. Not yet.