Rising Sun Valley Wake me

Curses, she was going to wear herself out with all the overthinking she does! Or maybe she already had, given present circumstance.

“Reverie,” Tauris fixed her with a softening stare, a gentle voice to lure her from the storm. “I think you need to accept yourself.” She was enough- and couldn’t she see it? “Every part of you. Even the 'crazy' parts.”

She was so wound up, trying to sculpt herself to self-imposed ideals. She would dedicate the entirety of her life to chasing down unattainable perfection. Of course, verbally acknowledging this was simple- in practice a much harder thing to master. Tauris could relate well to that.

“Maybe your creek boy’s sad because he knows you haven’t- and there’s not a way he can help you. You’re the only one that can help yourself,” the idea presented with a tilt of head and question upon her brow. She knew it was more possible to feel lonely in a congested den than vacant wilderness.

“And once you do that, maybe you won’t feel alone. Even when you are,” She’d finish with a thin smile. How many days had Tauris been alone? Too many to make proper count of. She could not help but imagine the rich life Reverie held, with her pack and her boy and her beauty. And Tauris was a little embarrassed by her sullied pelt and mangled rat scrap.

But she did not feel alone, not in this moment.