Felltree Marsh Entry No. 1

It's nice to meet you too, Kyrell. And I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind at all! But - what's a vagabond? Reverie had never heard this word before! Her thoughts drifted briefly to Boone, who she was certain would be pleased to meet Kyrell, assuming vagabond wasn't a synonym for murderer or something. She found herself a little starry-eyed, remembering past encounters with strangers and family alike; it took a moment for her to bring herself back to reality.

It's just this way, She beckoned softly, turning to lead him away from the mud and silence of the marsh. The willows were a little busier with each day, a little more lively, a little more like a home. Reverie was surprised to realize that she was eager to return. She shot a warm glance over her shoulder at Kyrell as she took the lead, tracing a now-familiar path back to her home.