Felltree Marsh I'll whisk away your heartsigh and bury it in mine

Unexpectedly, there was a voice; a feminine, pretty voice, but stammering words that Reverie could hardly comprehend. She exchanged a baffled glance with the bird at her shoulder and stepped toward the source of the sound. And then she realized — she realized exactly what was going on here, and her ears flushed with heat.
Oh! She exclaimed softly as she came face to face with a pretty blonde. Sorry, I um - I was talking to - well, the bird. Um, my - my husband isn't - we aren't - it's just us, you know? I just thought - Reverie glanced at the eagle again, then back to the woman. I thought he - he might like a - companion. A bird companion. Not - She stopped herself, feeling terribly awkward. Um. Anyway. Hi. I'm Reverie.