Hushed Willows You're my starlight and I'm your skyline

@Blossom! Reverie called out into the willows, voice muffled by the gnarled length of driftwood she carried with her. She'd found it along the bed of a river, and had spent some time draping it with flowers and vines she knew to be safe, anticipating that Blossom would chew them. Now she brought it with the intention of making it the first decoration in a den of her daughter's choosing, a space of her own.
Of course it was tempting to keep her daughter near to her for the rest of her life, but it was beginning to become... awkward. It had been different with the girl's father, who never touched Reverie except chastely. They might have kept her in their own den forever. But things had changed, and so it was time for Blossom to move into her own room.
Blooossssssooooommmmmm, Reverie called out again, eyes searching through the trees. Where was she?