Honeyed Pasture Primrose

@Marcus I hope this isn't too far!

This place reminded her of The Gilded Sea. There was a strange comfort in that for Reverie, who had been thinking more about her childhood and how it related to the situation she found herself in now. Wife, mother; these were titles she had never thought she would wear, and honestly, before she'd met Lestan she hadn't really wanted them.
Their love had changed many things about her, and she was realizing that... well, in many ways, she had become her mother. The very thing she'd never wanted to be.
She settled in the tall grass to contemplate this, distantly enjoying the rare feeling of pure cloudless sunlight across her back. She wondered if she would ever truly be happy again. Everything she had done, every decision she'd made, it had all been for — him. There was an aspect of fate to it all, of this she was certain, but Reverie knew too that the decision to center her world around Lestan had been entirely hers. It was a way of life she'd reviled for most of her own, until the day had come when she was lonely and afraid and given a promise of a familiar future.
Did she want these things, even now? Reverie studied her paws intently through the deep shadows all around her, and realized all at once that she never had. She loved Blossom, and life without Lestan was no longer an option — but it was only his love she had ever wanted, his devotion, his forever. Not this. Not... any of this.