A week later...
"Are you going to keep that?" Doranbolt mentioned as we lay nude together in bed. He was referring to the Fairy Tail emblem that was on my shoulder blade. I hadn't erased it, I hadn't even really thought about it. I kissed him deeply to shut him up. I didn't want to talk about Fairy Tail. His hand reached my ass and ran it's way up my back.
"Wait," he said pulling away. Damn, what a tease, I thought. "I had information you would want to hear."
"Can't it wait?" I teased, but I had never seen him look so serious. "Well, what is it?"
"A dragon sighting." I froze, "You're right. I did want to hear that. Let's go."
When we reached our destination I was relieved. I sat down on the snow of the wasteland once known as Brago. I ran my fingers through the snow and then got back on my feet. "She's here, I can feel it." Doranbolt nodded as we continued through the falling snow.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" I questioned
"For a wasteland." His tone was spiteful. He absolutely hated when I would drag him on these Dragon searches.
Kira, leave him. Come alone. I could hear her voice inside of my head. "Stay, I will go on ahead." My words sounded like an order, but I didn't mean for them to. Although Doranbolt understood.
Even as I approached the location given to me by Snow, I felt her presense. It made me feel warm inside. I had honestly never believed to see her again. At the top of the hill, she was laying in wait for me. So beautiful, so magnificent, as white as snow. I approached her, "You've been gone for some time."
"I see that you've grown into a fine young woman." Snow responded. I knew that was all she'd ever wanted of me.
I nodded, "Of course I did." I teased, "You know you weren't very subtle about your location. The council found you."
"And since they did, I knew you would." Her words always seemed to be filled with wisdom. Always one step ahead.
I sat down by her left leg and we talked casually. As old friends do. Snow asked about Doranbolt. Weather I loved him or not, although I couldn't tell her. Then she asked about Gray. The shame that surrounded every part of me told her it wasn't a good subject.