Dawn

The rest of the dark night, Lucif and Penny Rose made their way calmly through the Marshlights - the deep indigo lights sparkling beautifully in the distance, but never again nearing them. The golden light glowed yet in Penny Rose's skin, and Lucif glanced at her every now and then, while Penny Rose floated through the dark and damp pathways, following the mazing trail quiet and fearless, the warmth deep in her blood.
Lucif and Penny Rose finally reached the end of the swamplands, the tall, rush grasses thinning against the darkness, and the sky lightening as they stepped onto solid ground. Penny Rose's tired head was drooping even as the gray of the morning sky swept above them. Ahead of them, a sea of grasses seemed to stretch out to the horizon, and Lucif circled behind Penny Rose to pad silently behind her, its shoulder nudging her gently forward. "Come, child, you are tired I know but we must continue - just to the edge."
"The edge?"
"Yes, the edge of the dawn. It is just there."
Penny Rose's eyes widened, as she looked harder at the end of the grass field, and realized that rather than moving into the horizon, the grasses simply ended. And from the edge, the gray was lightening ever brighter.
They trod on, and as Penny Rose's steps became slower, Lucif paused to kneel and allow Penny Rose to climb onto its back. Penny Rose grasped the thick, marled fur, and laid her cheek against the warm softness, laid over the power of Lucif's strong, graceful spine. Even as they walked into the unknown, Penny Rose closed her eyes and let the creature take her toward the end.
"Lucif?"
"Yes, child."
"Will you stay with me?"
Lucif paused, and the silence stretched ever louder, only broken by the slight whuff of Lucif's paws as they trod over the soft grass, now a silver in the dawning light.
"I will stay with you, child."
"How long?"
"As long as you need."
Penny Rose's breath ruffled against Lucif's fur, as she buried her hands further into the thickness, even her elbows tightening against it. Lucif's mirrored eyes showed nothing, but it said not a word, just continued on, neither slowing nor wavering, toward the horizon.