Stone Circle I will touch the rain with all I have

Reverie listened intently to Gunnar's tale. His mother sounded wonderful; the kind of person you meet once in a lifetime, and never forget. The kind of person you remember when faced with moments that make you ask what kind of person do I want to be? But Reverie saw none of herself in his description, and she wondered at that. He'd said she was like his mother, in some way. Maybe once she had been that selfless, but not anymore, and it had always been forced.
She just couldn't see it. She sounds amazing, Reverie's words were soft. Then she had a thought, and smiled as she added, If your mother was a queen, did that make you a prince? She wasn't certain she'd call Gunnar the king of Kvarsheim, but in a way he had lived up to the promise behind the title of prince. He was a leader now, someone Kvarsheim looked to for guidance.