Swiftcurrent Creek first watering

Dreamed of her! Dreams, when he could have been here, with her —
It was all Reverie could do to contain her frustration. We can talk in my den, She invited gently. Blossom needs me. Their daughter could not be long without warmth, after all. Reverie was a little startled with herself, to think of Blossom as theirs already. But maybe she shouldn't have been surprised. She beckoned to Lestan with soft insistence and turned for the den. Blossom was his daughter, too, and it was past time they knew one another.