Dawnlark Plains Kill your heroes and fly

This time, Reverie failed to notice she was being watched. At least, for a time. She fell into a familiar dance; the first call of the Mother's season, when the rain truly began to fall in The Gilded Sea. It was not what she'd meant to call upon; it just felt right, somehow.
It was a dance like a lightning strike; like the fiercest wildfire lashing across the land. Fire had no place in her heart, but she was perhaps becoming accustomed to a certain sort of burning. That was what being alive felt like; it felt like burning endlessly, like being consumed by something you couldn't stop or even truly grasp. Time devoured everything, in the end. Maybe that was what she wanted now.
Reverie saw the girl, and the whole thing screeched to a halt. She stopped dead in her tracks, maintaining her footing in spite of her surprise. Oh! Caught again! This time by a pale girl, a young girl, close to her age she thought. She took a breath and stepped forward to greet her. Oh, hi - I didn't see you there... She trailed off, then thought to introduce herself. I'm Reverie.