Swiftcurrent Creek As my garden grows aches and the turf drinks old rain

Reverie was asleep when Lestan's call rang out over Swiftcurrent Creek. She woke in a daze, and didn't quite realize what she was doing as she gathered Blossom and set off to answer. Lestan is back, she thought tiredly, without really feeling anything about it. Lestan was back. He was home.
That was strange.
He had brought a man with him, too, Reverie saw as she approached the border with Blossom firmly in her grasp. A stranger! Her hackles flared and she stopped some distance away, staring between Lestan and the strange man as if she knew neither of them. Then she realized that Lestan was hurt, he was unwell, and went to him thoughtlessly. She didn't get so close, though; not as close as she once might have. She set Blossom between her paws, anticipating some kind of explanation, some kind of — something.