Swiftcurrent Creek My sacred pining whims, my sacred vining whims

Reverie started to calm when it became clear that Arric was taking this threat seriously, but as the fear faded she started to feel — something else! Her hackles began to rise and she stepped away from him, a little stiff now and slightly alarmed with herself. She was changing. This was not like her. She wants Blossom, Her voice came stronger and clearer now. When I left - when Moss found me, she was there too. She offered to help. Moss didn't trust her, so she left. But she must have - followed us here! Reverie turned abruptly and started to pace again.
I - A small sound of frustration in her throat. I wish Lestan was here! But why? So he could panic, worry, fret, make a mess out of the mess they already had to deal with and then withdraw from her? Lestan was rarely helpful in situations which required a level head — and neither was Reverie, but the combination was often unbearable. Why, then, did she wish for his presence so fiercely? What was he to her?
Soulmate —
No; if that were true, he would have come back to her.