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

Moss nodded when Akavir drew toward them and spoke- but before she could shepherd Reverie back, she picked up her child and moved toward Lestan. If it hadn’t been for the child she carried, Moss would have simply blocked her. 

She moved behind Reverie, whether or not she was wanted- with her mouth full, she couldn’t ward Moss off completely. But with Moss so close, the stranger would have absolutely no chance at endangering Blossom, either.

And the second she placed Blossom on the ground and reached instead for Lestan, Moss pivoted and placed herself opposite Kelsier, in a manner intended to again shield both Reverie and Blossom from the one wolf she did not know.

The one wolf she did not trust was the one Reverie reached for, and the motion- which she quietly allowed- shattered her heart.

A glance was given to Akavir. She wanted nothing more than to take Blossom and get her away from all of this- the child was far too young to be this close to the borders. For all the good intentions Reverie seemed to have for her daughter, inexperience led to brazen choices.

None of this was sound- but there was nothing Moss could do about it.