Swiftcurrent Creek pilot

Reverie blinked again, familiar by now with this reaction to her presence but still quite baffled by it. She was reminded of Killdeer and the soft way he'd smiled at her, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was really... well... pretty! It felt so — so conceited to wonder about such a thing. But Reverie had never thought of herself as beautiful, not in that way, and she loved beautiful things more than anything else in the world.
She'd always felt that her own beauty shone in different ways; in the love she gave and the hope she nurtured through even the harshest storms. That was enough for her. Reverie did not want to be admired, only loved — but she could not deny that it was a lovely warm feeling, to be looked at in this way.
And there was something familiar about this girl, wasn't there? Reverie suddenly and inexplicably felt as if they knew one another. Have we met before? Her voice was soft and full of wonder, ears tilting forward as she studied the girl. It was the eyes, she thought; that burnished gold like something she'd seen once in a dream.