Fox's Glade [m] Patient as I bury my wrath under pink lightning

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For @Blackberry & @Boone <3

It became an unspoken routine for Boone to accompany Reverie in her wanderings; she wasn't used to spending so much time with anyone, not since The Gilded Sea, but she fell into it with an ease that surprised her. She found herself thinking of him with each new discovery, looking for his reactions, questioning him for his opinions. Often she found Boone's answers so endearing that nothing would do but that she kiss him.
Reverie spent a lot of time kissing him. Among other things.
They'd just parted from their latest — distraction — and Reverie wasn't sure she'd ever been so content. She stretched out on the boulder she'd chosen to lounge upon in the aftermath, sunning herself and lazily preening her mussed fur. A soft sigh slipped from her as she leaned back, hanging her head down the side of the rock to peer upside down at Boone. Hi, She said, smiling like a fool, and reached out to paw at the air between them.