In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream
It's like a million little stars spelling out your name
It's like a million little stars spelling out your name
Raelyn coughed and spluttered in the shallows, but she was nowhere near as impacted as the driver of the cart, who lay without moving, blood seeping sluggishly from a wound in his head. She scrambled to her hands and knees in the water, hovering as Noah began to try to resuscitate the man. Gods, if she had jumped in the river and risked her neck just for the man to die, she'd be pissed.
Then the strangest feeling overtook her. It was warm and comfortable, all fatigue and soreness from battling the river fading from her bones. The driver's eyes fluttered open, and Raelyn's brow knit in confusion. Hadn't he been, like, almost dead before? As the driver took her hand, she patted his absently. "Rest," she told him, almost kindly, before her eyes snapped up to Noah's. "What did you do?" she asked, curiosity evident in the lines of her face.
Then the strangest feeling overtook her. It was warm and comfortable, all fatigue and soreness from battling the river fading from her bones. The driver's eyes fluttered open, and Raelyn's brow knit in confusion. Hadn't he been, like, almost dead before? As the driver took her hand, she patted his absently. "Rest," she told him, almost kindly, before her eyes snapped up to Noah's. "What did you do?" she asked, curiosity evident in the lines of her face.
You gotta come on, come on, say that we'll be together
Come on, come on, little taste of heaven
Come on, come on, little taste of heaven
Raelyn
