Hushed Willows Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism?

Angel. Reverie wondered at that, blushing shyly at the perceived compliment though she wasn't quite sure what it meant. It sounded nice, though! What does that mean? Angel? She questioned quietly as she led Reina to where she thought the cache might be. And luckily for her, it was there!

After a few moments she produced a muskrat from the cache and offered it to the fiery woman. So you have a history here? She asked next, ears pulled forward with interest. It must be wonderful to finally see the places you've heard about in stories. Most of my family has never been here - they came from far away. A place called The Gilded Sea. Her voice was a little wistful as she recalled her childhood home.

We didn't have many trees there, and none of them were as big as these ones! Reverie continued, glancing around at them for a moment. Is there somewhere in particular you're headed? I know the area pretty well.