Shaylee said goodbye to Alistair, knowing that it was for the best he leave. She had grown fond of him and certainly did not want to see him up in the flames. While she knew she could have created some sort of rock structure for him, it was obvious he was eager to be closer to his mountain, and probably to the singing girl as well. She found it strange that she couldn't hear her, and even stranger that the boys were picking the voice up so clearly. She supposed it seemed obvious for Alistair, but as far as she knew a fallen angel didn't have any sort of superior hearing. It was almost as if the voice was luring only the boys in.
"Where are we to sleep?" Adonael asked. She watched as he sat on the ground and played with the snow. Knowing that sitting in the snow would probably be cold for him, she lightly touched his shoulder and enveloped him in the same sort of glowing blanket that she was. Afterwards, she sat beside him close enough that their shoulders were touching, and brushed her hand over the snow he was playing with. From the snow, a small bouquet of sunflowers arose, and as she turned around, blowing softly on the snow around them, it melted away to reveal a field full of warm grass and different wildflowers of all the colors in the rainbow.
She laid back against them, feeling the flowers tickle her hair and wings. "How about here?" She asked with a smile. Looking up at the stars, she felt awesome. One could be lost just by gazing at their beauty and everything they seemed to hold in their constellations. "Let's get some rest. We will regroup with Alistair in the morning," Adonael said and she nodded, turning her head to the side and gently fluttered her eyes closed. As she fell in to sleep, she deftly heard Adonael lay beside her and she unconsciously rested her head on his shoulder before falling asleep for the night.