Swiftcurrent Creek A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man

Blossom was five days old when Reverie felt the first stirrings of restlessness. It was a little ridiculous, she knew; it hadn't even been a week yet and already she was itching to roam, wishing for her daughter to be older. Truthfully there was a different sort of tension underlying it. One that Reverie was not ready to admit to.
With Lestan's absence, and before that, his apparent horror at her pregnancy, Reverie had suffered a distinct lack of intimacy in these last weeks. She was finally beginning to feel the lack. Honestly, she just wanted someone to touch her — anyone! But she could not leave Blossom alone, and besides, who would touch her when she looked like this? If Lestan did not want her in this state, surely no one would.
Still, she could not help but notice all over again how pretty @Arric was when he came to visit her. Disgusted with herself, Reverie dropped her gaze to Blossom and did not let it linger on him. Hi, Arric! She greeted a little too brightly, tail swishing across the den floor. She resisted the urge to ask him if he was going to look for Lestan yet. Any news? She asked instead, figuring there would be none but bored enough to inquire anyway. Swiftcurrent Creek was a quiet place at best.