Hushed Willows Show me the places where the others gave you scars.

Reverie found herself lingering on thoughts of Boone; the way it felt when he held her, when he kissed her. It was a safer train of thought than whatever this was, this feeling that flared in her at Wayfarer's light exploratory touches — and far more distracting. Maybe it was not her new friend that she wanted to keep to herself, but her husband?

Wayfarer was very pretty, after all. Kind. Easy to talk to. Suppose Boone found more appeal in her and her easy friendliness than in Reverie? Already she worried, often, that he would regret his decision to marry her; to tie himself to her forever, forever! Her! There were other women, better women, who would surely want him.

Reverie was abruptly worried that Wayfarer would be one of them. But she tried to discard this thought, too, as quickly as it came to her. Instead she turned her focus to the soft words spoken, the reluctance she sensed in them. Reverie had never been one to pry, but... If it's important to you, then it's worth sharing, She said gently, but in the next moment offered her an out: But there are plenty of new things to see here. Look, you can almost see the lake! It's always beautiful at sunset. Well, if there aren't any ducks around to ruin it. Reverie wrinkled her nose slightly with the mention of ducks; she'd come to dislike them for their loudness and their stink.