Swiftcurrent Creek My sacred pining whims, my sacred vining whims

Reverie flinched when he cursed at her, and some of the trust she'd felt for him started to crumble. Hadn't he heard the call? The woman had been calling for her, for Blossom —
She settled down a little numbly as Arric left, and curled around Blossom. There would be no sleep for her tonight. Suddenly Reverie felt very alone, all over again. Arric did not seem to trust her. Moss... what would Moss do, what would she say? Reverie shivered as she watched the den entrance.
She had been foolish to ever think that things would be okay.