Swiftcurrent Creek Now you know I'm paper-thin

Let me know if I should change anything! Set a day or two after Rev brings Blossom home, or something like that. As always, Box you're welcome to cameo <3

Reverie felt… stuck. Not physically, but emotionally; mentally. She had thought, when she first returned to the Creek, that it was only exhaustion which left her feeling dulled and detached from the world. She had expected to wake and feel it all melt away, feel herself again. But she didn't. It wasn't an absence of emotion, not really, just… a weakening. She was content, and she loved her daughter, and she thought she might love Moss in her own way too. Not the same way she loved Lestan, but did that really matter? Either way it was far too soon to think of such things, and so she was happy to leave that problem for the future.
All of it just felt so far away. Or maybe it was her who was far away? Reverie was settled in a new way, but she would always be a dreamer, a drifter, so maybe this was only to be expected. Her own sort of normal. Only, it didn't feel normal. It felt like reliving trauma, over and over and over and over.
Because @Blossom's birth had been traumatic. It hadn't been meant as a life-giving experience. Reverie had meant to rid herself of her daughter, and even though that was not what had come to pass, she still had to live with the memory and the guilt of it. So it was a welcome distraction when, not long after she returned home, @Arric appeared for a visit.
He'd brought food. Reverie had chosen a new place for her den, somewhere more confined than the space she'd shared with Lestan. Safer for Blossom that way, she figured, but it meant that any visitors would need to be invited in. Come in, She said softly, tucking her golden daughter closer to her in a surge of protective instinct. She trusted Arric, but only had so much trust to give. Ultimately, Reverie would not let anyone too close to Blossom until she was older.