"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
She laughs with delight as Skandar changes - pale green eyes wide in amazement as she watches as his constellations and colouring change until it resembles those of the tiny, perfect fireflies . Avelina doesn’t think anything of the fact that he has just stripped away what she has just complimented, instead she sees this as a delightful token - even if it is just from her own mind. It makes complete sense that the fireflies buzzing around her are now reflected in this remarkable boy.
“That’s incredible! You’re incredible.” This feels like too many compliments, though, even for her, and she grows a little sheepish. So, she makes her own change.
She turns into a firefly and joins the crowd of them - dancing around the air and, if he’ll let her, around Skandar for a short moment before turning back into herself and standing where she was originally. The actual fireflies settling around her once again and taking reprieves in her forelock.
Her eyes are still dancing. It's not as impressive as his trick, she thinks, but a tiny little thing she can share with this dream.
