Emberwood I had a dream of the pale morning sky

She was silent for a few moments. How could she tell Sandy that it was too late, that she was already broken and now it was a matter of picking up the pieces, trying to find how they went back together again? She was finding that none of it seemed to sit quite the way it had before. Something about her just wasn't right, wasn't the same; she was in some ways the girl she had been, and in other ways a stunted and strange woman. It made for an odd sort of combination, the girl and the woman in one soul. It... it wasn't right. That was all she could think.
But it was such a sweet sentiment. Reverie could never pass up an opportunity to soak in the knowledge that someone still saw goodness and worth in her. So many people did, it seemed.
Just not the ones she'd needed it from.
I - appreciate that, Sandy, She smiled and meant it; the company of someone as kind as him was always a good enough reason to smile. And I'd love to show you a silverpuff if I can find one here! Reverie was beginning to puzzle out that spring meant the snow would go away. She didn't like that idea... but she did miss seeing plants everywhere she went.