Swiftcurrent Creek Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine

he was stunned.
he watched akavir go, not realizing reverie had already turned away; when he discovered it, he plodded doggedly after her with a constricted throat.
lestan opened his arms for blossom, if reverie should wish to pass her over for a moment. "reverie." his eyes were stricken upon her face. "do you want to leave?"
he was not sure he did, he was not certain he wished to take his baby daughter out where french cats and witches and dead deer gods roamed. and yet —! "we c-could go to kvarsheim," he suggested breathlessly, it being a familiar place that would not be the creek but would still offer them protection.