A/N: Alright I'm back.

I will try my hand at romance, but seeing as I've never been in a relationship and am still single, I'll write it how I would imagine it to be like and keep the characters in character. So wish me luck!

By the way, has anyone ever noticed the colors of Milori and Clarion's eyes? Clarion's are blue, like the color of winter. Milori's are brown, like the color of autumn from the warm seasons. Ironic isn't it? Anyway, I thought that was interesting seeing as how they have the same color eyes as that their love interest lives in.

Thank you for the reviews, too. Much appreciated.

I will also start writing Milori's tutoring, which is very different than Clarion's and was requested by cutiechannylover1197, so you readers can see how he prepares for being the Lord of Winter and all of that. Probably starting next chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

The days went by much the same as before, with the only difference between the two enchanted fairies being that they regarded each other with sheepish passion now - almost timid to the feeling they felt towards each other and scared that it would break - and rued the night to come and they would have to say good-bye to each other. They would talk the sunset away, paying close attention to the other's likes and dislikes, their dreams, their passions, what they enjoy.

And they never grew tired of it.

The ice-cold claw that had gripped Milori when Clarion had told him about her day-dreaming and Dewey telling him that she might have grown fond of him vanished, and he guessed that at the time he was merely scared that he was on Clarion's mind. But now he found himself liking the fact that he was the center of Clarion's thoughts, but worried that it would take her mind off of her training. When he had asked about this, she had replied, "I still pay attention, Milori."

"How?" he had inquired.

She had looked at him then and said, "I pay attention to the important parts, and day-dream on the boring parts and –"

"But what if the boring parts are the important ones?"

"I pay attention, Milori."

He had given her a knowing look, which made her blush, and had chanted, "That doesn't answer my question."

"It does so!" she retorted.

"No, it doesn't. I had asked, 'What if the boring parts are the important ones?' and you had replied, 'I pay attention.' Correct?"

"Yes, but –"

"It doesn't answer my question, directly."

Clarion sighed in defeat and jested, "I cannot believe you."

"Now that hardly seems fair, seeing as I'm always honest with you," he had replied evenly in mock sadness. Clarion had rolled her eyes and they had continued with asking each other questions.

Of course, the sparrow-men in the Frost Forest grew suspicious of Milori ever since the morning after Clarion had kissed him because of the new air of happiness Milori had about him and had asked non-stop if he was seeing anyone. Mostly Milori ignored all of this and carried on practicing his frosting skills, earning him looks shot his way.

All of this Milori marveled in his mind as he flew to the border to meet Clarion. He saw that she hadn't arrived yet and sat down on the bark and waited, feeling the small breeze brought over from the warm side ruffle his clothing and hair. The breeze smelled like rain, crispiness of freshly fallen leaves, and something else that made up of what the season autumn smelled like. Milori closed his eyes and concentrated on the musty smell.

A few moments later, Milori felt a hand gingerly touch his shoulder and opened his eyes to find Clarion sitting there smiling. "Enjoying the breeze now are we?"

Milori smiled back, "Why yes, actually."

Clarion laughed shaking her head. "So, how's frosting going?" she asked.

"The same. I start training tomorrow," Milori made a face looking at the stream.

"Oh?"

"Yes," he could feel her watching him. "I hope it's not as boring as what you say it is."

"Everyone has different opinions. I also can't say how they train you, which may be completely different than how they train me," Clarion answered truthfully.

Milori shrugged before looking at Clarion and saying, "Speaking of training, how is yours going?"

"The same. Today I had to learn about Human Beings and the importance to stay away from them."

"And?"

"And the Humans seem so fascinating! The tutors explained them being tall and that we fairies would be only the size of either their palm or hand. I already knew that we were born when a baby laughs for the first time, and that we die when our Human Child doesn't believe in fairies anymore, that is common fairy knowledge known by most or all fairies. But I never knew that a Human could come to Neverland by chance, even when no Human ever has so far. How do you think they do it?" Clarion asked Milori.

Milori thought for a minute or two before answering slowly, "I think Humans could only come to Neverland when a fairy accidently sprinkles Fairy Dust on him while traveling to the Mainland, which would enable him to fly. The Human would then fly to the Second Star and end up here in Neverland."

Clarion pondered this for a while as Milori gave her time to think it through. They sat in an easy silence as the breeze softly caressed their faces and Milori found himself at ease and started tracing patterns in the snow before Clarion spoke again. "It's a possibility," she said, "but no fairy would be so careless surely?"

Milori stopped tracing and looked up at Clarion. "There are fairies that are clumsy, there are fairies that are careless, and there are fairies that just want things done quickly."

"I see."

"Do you?"

"Yes, I do. Those fairies could possibly spill Fairy Dust on their trip to the Mainland."

"Not just those fairies. Even the most careful can mess things up." The way he said it caught Clarion off guard. It rang with truth and experience. His eyes looked distant.

"Have you ever messed up something, Milori?" Clarion asked so softly that it was almost a whisper.

Milori snapped out of his reverie and looked uncomfortable, averting his eyes from hers, tracing patterns slowly in the snow buying time. Clarion watched him slightly sad and asked again, "Milori?"

He glanced up, "I don't want to talk about it, Clarion."

She sighed and let it drop making the two of them fall in the abyss of silence for what seemed like a long time. Clarion looked up at the reddish orange sky and saw streaks of purple covering half of it and the first stars coming out. She sighed inwardly knowing that she would have to leave soon, but said nothing and just stared at the emerging stars.

She imagined what it would be like to be one, what is would feel like to burn so brightly in the night sky that other creatures below could see you. Then when you die, you explode in a magnificent show of colors and dust. Clarion thought that it would feel exhilarating and dangerous to even be alive, like a great adventure to an unknown place, and turned to Milori asking, "What do think it would be like to be a star?"

Milori turned his attention away from the snow, looked at the stars and said, "It must be beautiful, I imagine."

Clarion looked up at the stars too, and scooted as close to the snowfall as she could. "To be able to shine like that, so every living creature with eyes can see you, and when when you die you explode in colors and dust."

"But you already shine," Milori said to Clarion making her smile.

"And so do you," she replied earning a small smile from Milori back.

They sat, with their arms touching and their hands entwined, watching the stars emerge and the sky grow darker revealing the starry show. Whole galaxies of stars appeared before them and they watched shooting stars fall effortlessly from the sky. The moon hung like a giant white disk above them providing a silver light and illuminating the forests around them.

The two fairies smiled at each other and admired the stars, neither of them leaving the border until the show was done.