AN-1: Soooooo sorry for the long wait for this update! Life and other projects kinda got in the way! But, 'dandy' as some of my friends affectionally call it, IS BACK. I hope you'll enjoy!

AN-2 Chapter-title inspired by the Bob Dylan song 'Blowin' in the wind.'

Earlier in the dandelion series:

Regina has asked Ariel to find the voice the queen has once stolen from the mermaid in order to break an age old spell that binds her. Showing her remorse, she gave Ariel her own voice, only to find herself in an immense amount of pain when the mermaid used it to apologize.

'A mermaid's voice has certain powers. Usually it's used to charge, upgrade so to say, other spells. Sometimes to bind enchantments together. In rare cases it can even be used as a tongue binding curse. But mostly it just makes it impossible for people to speak about a certain event in their life. I've never before seen it been used to prevent them from saying a certain phrase, but I guess we have just proven that it can work like that as well…'

'Every time I…'

The glance in Regina's direction was obvious and the former Mayor braced herself to the impact the words would have on her.

'Apologize… Gods, look at her!'

She squirmed and trembled, her eyes closed as if that could prevent them from seeing her weakness and pain. She exhaled quivery, the lack of sound unnerving, and her eyes opened again at the sight of three pairs of them staring at her.

'Every time you apologize she is in that amount of pain?! You can't apologize without pain, Regina?'

'Actually, Snow, she can't apologize at all. Now that it isn't in her body, not connected with her heart, her voice is able to. But the curse will prevent her to ever speak the words. Although I think thinking them might provoke some sort of pain element.'

Then, as Emma finds her spirit self in Storybrooke while unconscious after Peter Pan's torture, she encounters Ariel, making good on her promise, but also discovers more:

'It looks like… Well, I've heard talk about it, but I never actually saw…'

'Yeah?'

'It looks an awful lot like a 'circle of life''

'A what now? Please don't tell me Scar and the hyena's are going to arrive now…'

Emma waved away Ariel's questioning gaze, wordlessly gesturing her to continue.

'It's also called the 'ring of obedience', if that's what this is… I mean, it could be. Mementos of all aspects of emotion. The hair of the one most loved, tears of grief, a symbol of hope. There is so much… And all linked together, strengthened by a Siren's voice…'

After finding a small grey box, embedded with rubies, Emma finds a way to 'return' to Neverland by the means of a mirror, showing her Regina, holding onto her unconscious form.

'Don't worry. I'll break the circle. I'll make it right. You… Just… Go. Go Emma. Save your son. Together.'

Had she needed a push, the last word would have been the perfect one. But the pull on her heart was stronger than any Magic she had ever felt and as she watched her own restless form as it clung onto Regina as if the woman was a lifeline. Which, in the most beautiful and painful way, she was.

'Thank you, Ariel.'

The redhead merely smiled at the soft but genuine token of gratitude when she heard it.

'Emma…'

Regina's voice echoed through the basement, so tender and lovely that, to Emma, it sounded purer and more beautiful, its effect more powerful than the one Ariel had taken back. Her fingers found the reflection again and she couldn't help but follow the curves of Regina's face, feeling the silky sensation of the woman's skin under her fingertips as she explored them, sensing how the ripple intensified as she did. And then, as she allowed herself to look into those dark eyes and believe that, maybe, Regina could care for her, even if it was never in the way she craved, she let herself fall.

Knowing there would be someone to catch her.

…

Chapter 21: The answer is blowin` in the wind.

Silence had captured the clearing while the group slumbered. Exhaustion had taken over when they had concluded they would not be able to take action until Emma, who was perfectly fine despite the fact she was unconscious, woke. Pan's words, the ones Regina hadn't caught, had been repeated to her and brought an odd reassurance that nothing would happen to Henry while they 'rested up' for the confrontation that would follow. She closed her eyes ever so shortly, the plan she had not shared with anyone yet, the only elements of surprise she would have left in her battle with Pan, unfolding in her mind's eye. A smile tugged on the corner of her mouth. The boy had lost sight of one thing… She was a woman, a mother, with nothing left to lose and she would do everything in her power to save her son. The boy born out of the woman she now knew she loved…

Her fingertips moved slowly to blonde locks, stroking away the ones hiding the features she now could freely admire. Air escaped between parted lips when she felt the Magic, so easily building up at the lingering touch, forming small strings of connection between her and the woman in her lap. She gasped again at their color, the turquoise and lilac entwining in an enlightened hue, the sensation they evoked, so full of raw desire and yearning tenderness, pulsating through her with every beat of her racing heart. She felt their pull and with a shivery exhale, gave in to the temptation to touch just that little longer… To let her fingers explore the place where temple met cheekbone, caressing the soft skin in an act of the love she felt but would never speak. She trembled, finding the edge of the woman's lips and her eyes closed lazily as she followed their shape, unable to tear herself away from the one holding her heart. They were as soft and pliable as she'd imagined, even more so to be honest and the moan building up in the back of her throat escaped at the same time she heard a similar sound coming from the blonde. It vibrated through her, the sound of it, the feel of it and the urge to just, just this once, lean in and press her lips against the ones they yearned for was so strong she almost convinced herself it was allowed, that no-one would ever know, that she could just give in.

But even when she did approach, her palm now covering the side of the woman's face, thumb grazing cheekbone, her eyes darting to the mouth she so desperately wanted to claim, she knew she never would. A breathe of air crossed the inches between them as she whispered the name engraved in her heart, imagining the feeling of the true love's kiss she would never experience.

'Emma…'

Her eyes fell closed, the heaviness of her desire entwining with the bittersweet sadness sounding through her broken voice so clearly it physically hurt. But before she could cherish the darkness enveloping her, she felt the strong current of Magic hit her, the answer to her whisper brought to her in the breeze that accompanied it.

'Gina…'

Regina's eyes shot open and widened to find the turquoise, filled to the rim with the same emotions she has allowed to the surface in her solitude. It took just a breath, shared, to come to her senses and she jerked back in her heartbeat that followed, the proximity she had craved before now agonizingly humiliating. But in her haste, fingers got entangled in blonde locks, seemingly reluctant to let go.

'Gods, dear, I'm so sorry…'

Focusing on trying to free her protesting fingers from their silky prison she initially missed the whispered words, exiting her mouth so easily. The hand covering her wrist, elicited a glare which revealed the broadening, breathtaking smile that made her see and whisper them again, in wonder, looking in the turquoise eyes so close to hers…

She could actually say it!

'I'm sorry…'

…

It was a kind of hollow feeling in the pit of Emma's stomach, the silence around them only broken by the whispered words freed into the cooling night air… She let her fingers slide over the ones entangled in her hair, but did not want, at all, to break away from this weird, yet kind of amazing, midnight embrace… Full lips were so close to hers she couldn't help but glance at them, her newly realized feelings making her heart pound with a hope, only raged up by the softness in those brown ones.

'Emma…'

The surprise and warmth in the hushed tone, she knew, was for the easily spoken apology and not for her, but still hearing Regina say her name would never be something she'd grow tired off. She felt that Magic pull again, the one she (or her spirit or whatever) had felt towards the mirror in Storybrooke and with the move that followed came the tug on her captured locks, making her grimace.

'Just a moment longer…'

Breath caressed her forehead, making her shiver while she was pulled closer into the former Mayor's arms. Her mouth turned dry instantly and she could almost feel her pupils dilate as the muscles of Regina's thighs contracted against her abdomen. The moan that escaped, only drawing out another softly spoken apology, had nothing to do with pain… At least not the kind the brunette was obviously thinking about. The heat, spreading from the place where her hipbone met the junction of a thigh, however, was agonizing, throbbing through her in a dull ache, sharpening up with every slight movement. Her breathing grew faster as well as her heartbeat when fingernails carefully grazed against her scalp(she never knew that could be an erogenous zone, but, hell, right now it felt like everything was). And the smell… Not only of her Magic, which seemed to hang around and mix with hers as it surrounded them, but the sweet one that was just Regina…Her stomach did a strange flipping thing when she allowed her cheek to lean against the other woman's stomach, the sensation of the black silk of the camisole in combination with the taut muscles almost making her cry out in the ripple of desire it drew out…

'There… You're free.'

Palms found her face, pulling it up and even though Emma knew it was, probably, just a means to push her away, the butterflies in her stomach did not care one bit about that explanation.

'So are you, Regina…'

Even though she was referring to serious business. Even knowing she should want nothing more than to just explain what had happened in Storybrook, she couldn't help herself. And just for a minute longer, she melted into the touch. Sliding her hand over the one covering her cheek she smiled at the woman who blushed, at her words or her boldness, she wasn't sure, but DAMN, did it have an effect on her. It felt like the air was too thick to breathe in and all she wanted, all she needed to find the oxygen her lungs were screaming for, was lean in and graze her lips against those plump red ones before her.

'How do you…?'

The question, so visible in those deep, brown eyes was asked at the exact moment a slight move made the small box press painfully against her thigh, bringing her back to reality.

'Know? I kinda… Well… I dunno what happened really, but I was there…'

She let her hand slide down, disappointment bringing the hollow feeling back to the pit of her stomach when the brunette's hand was dropped as well. Pulling back a little, reluctant to say the least, she wished she could come up with an excuse to stay in these arms… Because they might not be the strongest pair ever holding her, she had never felt more safe.

Flashes of the things she had seen and felt before 'arriving' to Storybrooke came back to her. And it was the familiar fear, the urge to run, brought by the vulnerability of her memories and her unanswered feelings for the woman in front of her, that gave her the strength to tear herself away, sitting down next to her. She did however, press her knee softly against the brunette's leg, finding it impossible to break all contact and started to tell her story.

…

'A circle of what?'

The words had pulled her out of her reverie which, she kept telling herself, had nothing whatsoever to do with the savior's knee grazing her upper leg or the soft melodic voice carried to her by the night's breeze… Neither was the rapid pounding of her heart due to the movements of those lips or the glitter in turquoise eyes. Even to herself the lies sounded bland.

'Of 'life', Ariel said? Or something about obedience or some shit? 'Gina, I don't know what you've gotten yourself into but please, warn me if I'm gonna have to save your ass from some sort of angry, 'Scar'red lion or something after we get out of here?'

A slight nudge was accompanied by genuine worry in those emerald eyes she found she couldn't stand… A Ring of Obedience? She had wondered but never thought he would actually go that far… It was as if the wind picked up on her mood, suddenly blowing faster and colder as she searched her memories, pinpointing the moments where she had felt she had done things out of her own control, or the ones where she had felt she had broken free from invisible strings when she had made a choice. Was everything, her whole life, a lie? Every decision made for her by another? Her choosing Henry something she had been coerced into because he had wanted her to, because his enchantment had made her?

She shivered at that last thought, tears so thick they were impossible to shed clawing up her throat as she thought back to the rush of love she'd felt when he had been placed into her arms…

But that she realized suddenly, had not been something he would have been able to control. Had she refused, the age-old spell would have given him to power to decide for her, but no enchantment could control whom she gave her heart to. Love, after all, was the most powerful Magic of them all…

'Hey…'

The soft squeeze right above her knee did not only bring her back to the present, but also evoked a hot flash of desire to rush to her lower abdomen, leaving her trembling for entirely different reasons than mere seconds before.

'It's ok, now… Ariel broke it and, damn it, 'Gina, if it's the last thing I do I'll make sure that creep never does something lik…'

'That's my line, dear…'

The anger spitting from the words made Regina reach out and place her hand on Emma's, careful not to let too much of her Magic to the surface and failing miserably as the hues merged into their now familiar swirling color… It did, however, seem that her own Magic now was a shade lighter.

'Huh?'

'"If it's the last thing I do…" is my line and, dear, it has never worked for me. I… I appreciate your worry and your protective nature… You are very much the 'savior', in every sense of the word, it's inside of your heart. A heart I don't want you to darken even thinking about something like revenge. Especially on my behalf.'

…

Her muscles tensed up when she heard Regina refer to her as the savior and then that impossible little bit extra when she heard the brunette bring herself down again.

'Right, because you're not worthy, right? For fuck sake, Regina! If someone would have just opened their goddamn eyes somewhere along the line they might have actually seen how screwed you were? I mean, what is all this shit? Magic to make you obey? A Fairy Godmother making deals? As if a heartless mother and a dead fiancé isn't enough? And then, when someone wants to help, when I want to help, all you have to say is you don't want me to worry my pretty head about it, or what? Jezus Effing Christ!'

Dark eyes twinkled, the stars visible in them, taking them in until it made her swift uncomfortably.

'I don't think I ever complimented your looks, Sheriff…'

The words, which could have been sharp as a sting had they not been laced with a teasing warmth Emma never had heard in Regina's voice before, were joined by the most breathtaking smile known to man. The blonde wouldn't have been surprised if the sun had risen, just to try and compete with it (She was very sure it would have lost). But it were the chestnut eyes that made her gasp, the way they searched her form, an intensity in them that made the look feel like a touch.

A touch then realized when two hands suddenly grasped her own, making her vibrate with Magic and let out an ungraceful 'OOMPF'-like sound as she felt the irresistible pull towards their owner.

'Emma…'

The eyes were serious, all of a sudden and even in this grave state radiated a beauty that seemed to grow with every blink!

'It was never my intention to come across as such, but I indeed have to admit I do not want you to darken your 'pretty little heart' for me… Emma. Emma, look at me.'

A delicate fingertip found its way to her chin, forcing her angry, averting eyes to find the ones before her again. And then, she saw it, the tenderness she had thought to see in Storybrooke, in the mirror.

'He is my little prince, he's all I have and I just can't afford to lose sight of him. Pan? He is vicious but I do think we have the upper hand, the advantage that we have something we actually worth fighting for. So perhaps , for once, I can actually CHOOSE not to focus on the wrongs done but on how to make them right… And I need you. We can only win this if we work together, and I… I have faith in your heart… In you.'

I need you.

The phrase resounded in her mind and echoed through her heart. She saw its truth lay in those eyes, making her, maybe for the first time in her whole fucking life, believe she could actually do something, just because this woman believed she could. It made her want to be the savior, just to make her look at her like that again. It lessened a little, the tightness of her muscles, there since Henry had been taken, there since she had proven to herself yet again what a major fuckup she was. And she realized that for the first time, when someone asked something of her, she was not afraid she was going to want to run. A feeling that always came and always made her feel like a terrible person. But right now, looking into Regina's eyes, seeing the trust radiate from them, it did not weigh her down but light her up. And she knew, there was nothing left to run from, because she had found the place she wanted to run to.

But before she could even think of giving in to the urge to take the hovering hand in hers and kiss its fingertips. Before she could tell Regina how she felt. Before she could say she was exactly where she wanted to be… They had a son to save!

…

The invisible yet surely rising sun brought back the suffocating warmth that made Regina long for the breeze she had cursed only hours before. She had used some of the seemingly endless stream of Magical energy flowing between her and Emma to conjure up some more blankets, covering them in the earlier chilly night air. She had marveled over the soft lilac of the cloth, wondering if the pale color was due to the way her Magic combined with Emma's or the breaking of the enchantment which had contained her for so long. Tiredness weighed heavy on her shoulders and eyelids but still, the few moments of sleep she must have gotten, were more than she had anticipated on. Waking up with her cheek lying against Emma's upper arm had been horrifying as well as delightful and if she closed her eyes she could still feel the strong muscles flex against her skin and see the turquoise eyes flicker with something she was terrified to define. She knew the woman had not slept, sensed in a way that she had been looking out for her.

They swirled in her lower abdomen, the conflicting feelings of hope and dread, of pain and yearning. But she could not give in to the emotions overwhelming her when looking into those gorgeous eyes. Because not only did 'Operation Henry' require all her attention, there was the matter that, despite the fact that now, perhaps, a constricting enchantment had been broken, her life was not her own. Her fate had been sealed a long time ago. And even if The Dark One could no longer control her decisions with Magic, there still was Pan… There still was Neverland, where she, Regina, was the key.

A key, she knew, that would most likely break in the lock.

'Emma!'

The roll of her eyes at the motherly, extensive portrayal of 'fussing', was caught by turquoise ones, which twinkled as they captured hers over Snow's shoulder.

…

The hug was almost violent in its intensity and Emma felt her muscles tense up, in an entirely different way than before when she had supported a sleeping Regina. Then the contractions of her muscles had had nothing to do with the awkwardness washing over her now. Then it had been because of the way the sharp, pained features melted into innocence. Because of parted, plump lips she wanted to explore with her own… Fuck, how could the brunette be even more beautiful than she had already thought?

Patting her mother's back in what she hoped would come close to a daughterly way, she quickly answered David's grin before finding those eyes again. The chestnut eyes she couldn't seem to be able to tear herself away from. Their owner had stepped back, allowing the others to swoop in and surround her, asking questions, checking if she was ok… Positively suffocating attention she had never gotten used to and she doubted she ever would, despite the fact that she had thought she'd craved it as a child. Maybe she was too old for this shit. Maybe she was too set in her ways to change.

But despite the pang in her chest when she thought back to her parent's confessions in the cave, she tried to show herself, tried to not hide behind the mask she had worn for so long. Tried to go along, even if only for a moment, with their stream of loving care. Because soon, she knew, she would not have a chance to roll her eyes at it.

The thought of her parents staying behind on this godforsaken hell-hole of an island burned in the pit of her stomach and she did the only thing she knew would help her handle the empty feeling. She only breathed again when she allowed her eyes to find the deep brown pair, glancing at her from the edge of the group, which seemed to be some sort of fucked up reference to where people always placed the once Queen.

'So yeah, as I was just telling Regina before…'

Who saved my freaking ass spilling her secrets to Pan in case you all haven't noticed?!

The unspoken words kind of must have resounded through her voice, because she saw her mother, of all people, glance back and share what seemed like a look of understanding with Regina, who honest to god blushed.

What the actual fuck?

She hardly paid attention to the story she was telling, but still enough to make sure she would not, accidentally, spill one of Regina's secrets (sure hoped that wasn't a genetic thing) and hesitated when she came to the part she hadn't shared with her son's other mother yet.

Maybe, if she hadn't been so focused on the beautiful brunette, she would have missed the widening of her eyes and the step in her direction when she pulled the small grey box out of her pocket. Because the telling movement was almost immediately covered up when a response came out of the direction she had least expected.

'Pandora's box?'

Neal grasped for the object, but she jerked it away from him, a protective instinct, in the weirdest way, kicking in.

'Don't give it to her!'

Hurt flashed over the gorgeous features of the woman who had slowly approached, but was quickly replaced by practiced haughtiness when she glared at the man who had spoken the words.

'I think I will be quite safe, dear, thank you for your concern. I understand with genetics such as your own, one feels compelled to fear the consequences of opening this box, but I can assure you, the darkness of your soul, or even of your father's, is nothing compared to Pan's.'

…

Regina knew the man's outcry had had nothing, whatsoever, to do with concern for her soul and absolutely everything with fear for what The Evil Queen could do with such a powerful object. She had, involuntarily, reached out for the ruby-covered box, feeling the strength of its Magic lure her in. But now, as if stung, pulled back, a coldness enveloping her heart at the idea what she would have indeed done with it, in the height of her reign. Would she have used it to hurt, to curse the woman who now still, after everything that had happened, had seen the good in her? Or would she have lashed out at others? More innocent lives taken in her search for a revenge, which had left her hollow and cold? They swirled before her, images of decisions taken, some willingly, or so she had thought, others she had fought against until they had seemed the only possible path, the only road left to travel. At a certain point, she had simply given in. She had surrendered to the anger and the hatred, had yielded and stopped swimming up against the stream.

'So, what does this thing do?'

'When opened, the box can be wielded against an enemy, dear. It can unleash or absorb the greatest darkness. This, Emma, can capture a soul consumed by Evil. It can only be freed under certain conditions, and if it's not, it will be trapped in there forever.'

'Are you saying we can use this against Pan?'

Regina couldn't help but roll her eyes at David's words. Never the sharpest tool in the shed, that one. And that despite the fact he'd been raised on a farm.

'Yes, dear. That is exactly what I am saying.'

'Right and we are just supposed to believe you?'

He muttered it, the coward and she felt the anger rush up and heaten her cheeks. Her emotions had started to intensify ever since Emma's return and it felt like she constantly was struggling to regain some sort of control. Her anger, her fear, her love. All of it oozed out of her heart and rushed through her veins in burning agony. She clasped her hands into fists, making her fingernails find her palms and relished the grounding pain the familiar movement brought. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, something rudimentary and strong racing through her. She smiled when she recognized what the sensation reminded her off. Riding Rocinante. The freedom of the reigns in her hands leading her where she wanted to go. Breaking the circle seemed to have released Rumple's grasp on her and now, the liberty to make her own choices was overwhelming if not terrifying. She felt like her strings had been pulled for so long, however, she now had trouble moving on her own. How long had it been since she had had the choice whether or not to act on her emotions? She felt the fire of her Magic flicker between her fingers, connecting and building from her anger. But as she shook her head and exhaled, thinking she should save her energy to find Henry, the surge of enchanting energy her love for him evoked had such strength, it physically pushed her back.

'Right… Maybe you should have asked yourself that question when a motor-biking stringpuppet came along!? But naaaah, don't trust Regina? Cause she just fucking saved us all for like the hundredth time last night.'

Her eyes caught the turquoise pair as they shot open and she realized the Magic she was feeling was not solely her own. Emma radiated it as she glanced at her, fierceness and tenderness creating a thick heart-stopping mix in that one gaze before she looked back to the man she was addressing .

'She is looking for our kid. And then, Neal, I mean hers and mine. And she would never do ANYTHING to jeopardize him. SO YEAH, you're supposed to believe her. If you wanna find Henry that is…'

Avoiding Snow's pointed look she stared at the soft hand enveloping her wrist, effectively pushing the cold, silver box in her hand. The box seemed to start to heaten and glow the moment it met her palm. The Magic created by her strong love, not only for her son but also for the woman who gave birth to him, sparked and enlightened the path her mind had taken while hearing Emma's last words.

…

Geez, she might as we start to make kissing faces and googly eyes at the woman, it would probably be less embarrassing than this constant stream of Magic giving her away. If Emma had learned anything it was that Magic and emotion were pretty much the same thing. And wasn't that the truth! Every time she came close to touching Regina, the blue mist became thicker, urging her to get on with it already. She felt the blush heat up her face and cursed her light skin when she was suddenly hit by an overwhelmingly strong wave of emotion, coursing through her. It filled her with a delicious longing ache she knew could only be taken away, fulfilled by one woman, this woman. There was desire and tenderness and longing and love. So fierce and so much of it, the sheer force almost made her stumble back. But she stood her ground, allowing the foreign feeling to fill her up and trusted on her instincts when the strong current (Of emotion? Of Magic? Or were they really just one and the same?) told her where it wanted to go.

The tingling sensation shortly burned, reaching apparently its destination and her eyes widened when they caught sight of the fire in the dark pair in front of them. All of it, all that had taken over her senses, laid mirrored in the deep brown ones, more alive and fierce than she had ever seen them.

She saw something unravel in the dark dots in their center, as if she could see and hear the woman's thoughts as her own, but before she could even grasp the flashing images, Regina tore her eyes away.

'Yes… It's time to find our son, Emma. And this will lead the way.'

Fingertips against her hipbone, where the burning sensation surged up, created a heat she'd never felt before. Obviously, clothes were no match to the touch, because it seemed like she was going to explode, or at least fucking catch fire right here in front of the gorgeous brunette. The air thickened and the world seemed to revolve in slow-motion, darkness inching in from her peripheral view until all that was left was the woman and the throbbing ache radiating from her touch.

Emma found she could only, shivery, let out the breath she had been holding, when Regina broke the contact. She wasn't sure whether to sigh in relief or moan in protest over the sudden lack of touch. But then gasped when she felt fingertips graze her skin, pulling away the barrier of textile. She choked out the name, the word tasting delicious on her tongue but broken off in a whimper when her eyes caught sight or a slender finger hooking behind the waist of her jeans and pulling it down slightly. The immense urge to scream out in pleasure almost overwhelmed her, only controlled by the surprise of seeing her dandelion-tattoo come alive. It sparkled, the black ink turning into bright gold before reflecting what seemed like a palette of colors merging together.

But all thoughts of color and rainbows, all thoughts of anything really, came to an end when Regina kneeled before her and traced the edge of the flower with the tip of her finger. Their eyes met Emma could see nothing else than the lilac swirling in the brown, filled with everything she herself now felt and would never be able to put in words. Even without being touched at the usual needy places, her trembling body felt like it would soon reach the highest yet most embarrassing peak ever. And just when she thought could not be any more on edge, the throbbing between her thighs couldn't possibly get any more intense, it was yet again Regina proving her wrong.

So wrong…

The simple rush of air as the woman blew, grazed her skin in a soft caress. She melted into the sensation, her heavy eyelids nearly closing when she saw it happen. The dandelion seeds, once upon a time inked in her skin as to give her roots, started to shiver. Some were freed by the wind created by her breath and hung in the air between them for a moment. Small kaleidoscopes of color brightened the brunettes face as she looked up and smiled, blowing again.

She watched their reflection in Regina's eyes, the seeds creating an enlightened path and waiting for them to follow. Doing what she herself had always longed to do. What, maybe, she was doing now.

Finding their way home.

…

TBC

A-N: Please review! Your words are like magic!