Stavanger Bay You know my love can hold you down

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Reverie did not truly see any of it; the beauty of what she had worked so hard to create was ironically lost on her. She saw nothing but Lestan.
Lestan, crying; Lestan, lost in darkness even as she tried so desperately to surround him with light. She could only stifle her own surge of grief and kiss his cheek lightly, seeking now to guide him to the pelts and urge him to settle there. She hadn't meant to make him cry...
Suddenly she questioned all of her choices. Did Lestan even like flowers? Reverie settled a few of them gently against his paw, hoping he would truly look and see the care that had gone into selecting each one. She loved him, and each painstaking detail of this night she'd planned represented all the times she wished she could say those words. She fussed over a folded corner of one of the pelts, then straightened some of the flowers, and finally dared to look back at Lestan to see what he thought.