aamir and conor

Who: Conor Austen, Aamir Khan
Where: the stockade, near the well
When: early morning

Aamir woke, sprawled on his back, wide sky above tinted rosy pink. Sky. The sight drew one corner of his mouth up in a smile. This was already better than the last place. His memory was hazy, but there had been fluorescent lights. An arch of plastic flowers, fake windows... Caél!