Since the night we returned from the visit to Madame Romanoff, I dream of the realms.

I dream of leaves that curl in at my touch, gold, and transcend reality's restrictions to become butterflies in vibrant baths of colors as they take wing.

I dream of Ann at peace with herself, singing with such passion that she transcends reality's restrictions and becomes as beautiful as her voice. I see the loose curls she dreams of take hold in her hair as her skin thins just so...

I see Gemma happily chasing her mother- reunited. At peace. Happy.

And I see Fee. She is whole here. She's perfectly pleased to hunt as huntress instead of waiting to be preyed on. The freedom, the power thrills- its electrifying.

And I see myself in a cave, a wondrous cave awaiting my Artemis to come at my soft beckoning. I see her mount, Fee, a hill and come, as she's always wanted, like a goddess of old, in a tunic and sandals with a quiver of arrows and a bow as she smiles.

I await my Artemis, my huntress, my Felicity, my princelet, as a lavender robed Aphrodite. Her own goddess of love. I sigh at her beauty and the peaceful freedom and suddenly, like birds taking to flight before the baying hound, I see it. The Cave of Sighs, a cave of wonders.

Our palms meet in a circle carved into the rock's dappled surface. And Fee and I are rhythmically united as one in a solid, sure kiss. I can only describe it as indescribable. No word can do it justice, only Fee's eyes eclipsed in a contented smile.

Her lips are firm against mine, like the warm skin of a sun-kissed plum before it gives way to yielding flesh. As our lips part I can feel her hands pull softly at my waist, drawing me nearer to her. And for once, nothing but the two of us exist. Nothing in the entire world but Fee who is now lazing, with her head on my lap. We exist in a periphery world I can but glance at with eclipsed eyes.

As my hands run through her spun lightening hair, I realize nothing can reach us- Admirals, Bumble, Indian boys, false spiritualists and propriety...It doesn't exist.

I realize somewhat slowly after I rouse myself from my dreaming that as long as I have this- these realms, these worlds of magic- I am free. Felicity is free. We are free. And we are together. Its all I've ever wanted to be loved and to love by and unto the same person.

The next thought comes darkly for it is a dark thought... Should I ever have to leave Fee I think I may take those berries Gemma warned me about...

I awake and I see Fee in her own bed, her own dreams, I know I will. I will take them and be with her always. She is strong. I am not. All I am is beautiful, not very good for survival.