Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Reverie was not alone for long. It was Moss who found her; Moss, the intimidatingly beautiful guardian of Swiftcurrent Creek who had found her in tears on the border not so long ago. She brightened a little to see a familiar face, but her demeanor was still tightly drawn with anxiety. Hello, She said softly in response to the grunted greeting.
Moss was a quiet sort, she had gathered, and just now Reverie could appreciate that. She didn't much feel like talking. Instead she watched her, golden eyes glimmering with subtle admiration for the strength in her movements. She wasn't sure if she was jealous or attracted to her! Both, maybe. If Reverie was a bit more like Moss, she could have kicked Tybault into next week and Lestan never would have needed to get involved. Sigh.