Stavanger Bay It was all forlorn, if only for a season

When Reverie next slept, she dreamed again. She did not know how long it had been since her last dream. There was something special about this dream, in that there was nothing special about it at all; for the first time in a very long time, she dreamed of something mundane. That planned trip with Blossom; the burned forest; picking flowers.
And when she awoke, she felt... very strange. No, she felt — not good, but maybe okay, and this was startling to her because it was not her body that felt eased but her mind. There was a smoothness to her thoughts that she had truly forgotten the feel of, no great sense of relief but a small easing of what had been a constant struggle for each step forward in time. It hadn't sunk in, not yet. But she rose and for a change did not look immediately for Blossom. Instead she stepped toward the entrance of the den, careful not to disturb @Lestan but wanting to watch the sea in silence for a moment before she truly began her day.