(I own nothing. This is connected to You are my Dream. If you want more, I'd be happy to make more.)

Books were not something that Lavi's young client, Allen had a shortage of.

Yes, he understood that the light meister had a pathogen that kept thier bodies pure and extended thier lifespan a great deal but Allen was only fifteen and should not have lived long enough to gather such a collection.

Such a question was heavy on the young dormouse's mind because the large wooden crate, the first and heaviest car in a train of crates filled with the contents of the large and seemingly cursed house where he once lived, filled with said books was his to pull down the rocky and steep mountain path while the small but most definitely not weak owner of the books walked beside him in unusual bliss.

He saw him load them into the crate and half of them where children's tales or old books in a language he could not understand. He had no idea what sort of use he'd even have for such literature when he was such a talented light meister but even the apprentice dormouse didn't have the answers for such thing even though it seemed like he should when it was he who would escort the boy from one side of the continent to other.

But Allen paused in his tracks momentarily.

The climate in the Unfruchtbar mountain range had always been dry and humid to the point of driving those traped in it to madness so having to stay her a moment longer for any sort of reason grated on Lavi's nerves quite a bit.

He opened his mouth to speak but only a painfully dry cough came out.

All the dust from the various rock slides that happen more often than one might thick had gotten into his lungs because a life in the slums had led him to be a mouth breather.

He coughed to the point that he felt sick when Allen began to dig into the pure white satchel slung over his small shoulder.

He pulled from it a small clear bottle made from glass, a very rare substance in these parts. Inside was a green syrup like substance.

With one smooth hand motion, he handed it to Lavi who didn't notice it at first, but when he did, he eyed it suspiciously.

"Is this revolting" He asked, shivering at the memory "Like your other potions?"

Allen shook his head.

"No." He said in his usual raspy tone "Sweet."

Lavi was still wary of this teal substance but he felt surprisingly horrible for making some kid with a damaged throat speak so he took it, albeit hesitantly.

At first he groaned because he was taken back by the cold sensation in his mouth but after he swallowed, he was pleasantly surprised by the taste of mint quenching his thirst and relieving his dry throat.

It was not sweet like sugar but the relief was definitely sweet. All of a sudden, he felt far compliant to pull this long string of train cars along this long mountain path.

"Well, thanks little buddy!" He smiled as he wiped his mouth "That actually tasted pretty darn good!"

Allen smiled brightly at his praise but reached into his satchel once more.

"What have you got there?"

Quickly, Allen retracted his hand to reveal what Lavi recognized to be a foreign penny like the kind you put in wishing wells.

At first he was confused until Allen tapped his temple twice with his index finger twice.

"Penny?" Lavi suddenly realized what he was trying to say "Penny for my thoughts? Is that what you mean?"

Allen nodded rather violently and Lavi somehow felt just as giddy.

He thought it appropriate to continue walking while this conversation went on.

"Well I guess I was wondering how you got all these darn books…"

"Not mine."

"What?"

"Not mine. Pas."

"Pa? Who is that?"

"Father."

"Pa is your dad?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm… Then why are we taking all his stuff with us?"

"In the city."

"What?"

And so they went on onto thier journey to Wonderland, the grand land fueled by the power of a star.