Lise barely said a word throughout the entire journey, keeping all her thoughts completely to herself. Without talking to anyone, her mind wandered back to the dream she had earlier this morning.

Later that afternoon, they reached a range of jagged, ice-covered peaks, and the trek turned sharply uphill. The path grew slick and treacherous, and they had to watch where they put their feet. Puck had fallen back on the trail; he kept casting suspicious looks over his shoulder, as if he feared an ambush from behind.

She stays silent. She pets Ares a lot.

Of course he did. She kept her eyes mainly on the ground, being careful where she stepped.

Ares kept slipping, trying desperately to stay upright and not go tumbling right back down the mountain.

Isiea does her best to help him stay upright.

Lise moves out of his way, just in case.

It's not much use.

By late evening, it had begun to snow, big, soft flakes drifting lazily from the sky. They literally sang as they fell past their ears, tiny voices dancing on the wind.

Ash stopped in the middle of the path, looking back at them. Flakes dusted his hair and clothes, swirling around him as if alive. "The Unseelie Court isn't far ahead," he said, ignoring the eddies that spun around him. "We should break from the road. Mab has others besides me looking for you, as well."

" Okay. " She answered.

Isiea does her best to keep Ares warm and on his feet.