( at some point, lio recognized that he was dreaming. how else would it explain the incredibly odd environment, though honestly he also couldn't say he'd imagine anything of these sorts: the cave, his appearance, or the fact there's someone else with him that isn't recognizable. he's not burnish and those floppy ears resemble the kind he saw on rabbits.

they're cute.

it's only now that he realizes his heart is pounding and he can hear the blood pumping in his ears. that cold, steely-eyed expression melts into a smirk and a glint of adrenaline. )

I figured the easiest way to get an idea of where to go was fly. What else are wings made for?

( and then even that borderline predatory grin turns warm, cognizant of having someone to finally talk to. )

Never mind that. Do you know where we are?