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

No news. No Lestan. Reverie was not disappointed, though. She was too busy resisting the familiar flutter of nerves she felt when Arric winked at her. Terrible. She smoothed over Blossom's forehead with a quick kiss to distract herself.
He's been gone awhile, Reverie said softly; two weeks now, wasn't it? It felt so much longer. It felt like a different life entirely. Maybe he doesn't want to come back. And if he didn't, then was it really wise to drag him back? She couldn't help but think it might be better for Blossom to have no father than to know a father who did not want her.