Hushed Willows shimon

Reverie beckoned for the widow to walk with her, starting toward the lake she'd come to enjoy sitting beside at sunset. It's not any trouble, She glanced only briefly over the woman's expression, her sad eyes. You came from the ocean, didn't you? I lived there once. My brother still does, on an island. She sighed a little as she said it, thinking of the children who had almost been her own. Where were they now? Were they loved?

Is it far? Where you're going, I mean, Reverie asked a bit abruptly, suddenly concerned with the journey ahead of the little group. She was hardly in a position to offer to go with them, yet everything in her said that she should. But the urge died away as quickly as it had come; she would only hinder more than help, she knew.