Deepwood Weald Black-eyed Susan

She responded, and — oh! Reverie could have cried; she'd all but forgotten what it was like to feel wanted. The feeling was something like relief, like the vanishing of a pain lived with for so long that it was faded into the background, and only its absence highlighted the effect it'd had all along.
Then the woman pulled away and met her with dark, questioning eyes. Reverie let out a breath, and after a moment, murmured, Reverie, Then she reached for her again, this time to preen along her neck; she wasn't interested in getting to know her. She was beautiful, but Reverie couldn't exactly bring her home. Lestan didn't take notice of much lately, but she was certain he would notice that.