Swiftcurrent Creek My sacred pining whims, my sacred vining whims

Just tossing up a reaction to this! All welcome, Arric doesn't have to respond!

Reverie was asleep when the call drifted over the border and gripped her in a cold panic. She remembered the woman and her mismatched eyes and the way they'd held her like a spell. A dark creature, dark and underfoot like
small gods —
youwillburnwithme— no! No! Reverie stood abruptly and began to pace, mindful of Blossom's tiny sleeping form. After a few moments it became more than she could bear alone. She wished Lestan was here. But he was not. So she called desperately for @Arric, hoping he would not mind the late hour. Surely he had heard the woman's call too, and would know that Reverie needed him right now.