Swiftcurrent Creek seorsum

Years! Reverie hadn't realized Crowfeather was so much older than herself. Years, plural, was even longer than her own life so far. At least, she was pretty sure it was; she wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed between leaving home and coming awake here, and didn't think she would ever truly know. Germanicus offered to carry a message; Reverie nodded eagerly and found herself relieved to discard that line of thought.
Oh! I - yes, thank you! Can you tell him - that I would like it very much if he could visit sometime? I would come to Riverclan, but I - Reverie was saved from having to explain her predicament by Arric's sudden arrival. She cut herself off and stepped back from Germanicus, already surrendering her part in the conversation.
Reverie did not understand pack hierarchy, but she understood authority, and was always very aware of Arric's over the pack. Over her. This is Germanicus. He knows Crowfeather - I'll let you two talk, Honestly, Reverie wasn't entirely disappointed to have an excuse to return to Lestan. She loved meeting new people, more than almost anything, but there was a definite hierarchy to her loves and Lestan occupied a lonely place at the top; his only true competitor, her love for dancing. So if the two men seemed content to let her leave, she would excuse herself to find and harass her lover.