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

I'll get us an updated thread! <3

No rejection was forthcoming, but Reverie sensed Wayfarer's unease. Her embarrassment intensified for a moment — until the sound of the ducks immediately contradicting her broke through the air. Her own laughter joined Wayfarer's. It felt as if the air between them had eased some, and so Reverie relaxed a bit.

They would spend a little more time talking by the lake, and Reverie would show her friend some of the other striking features of the forest before the sun fully set. When she finally parted from Wayfarer it was with the knowledge that the woman would still be near, that they would see each other more often and perhaps swap stories, share laughter, discover more beauty among the willows. That thought was soothing.