Hushed Willows This is how you remind me of what I really am

She blushed and giggled softly when Wayfarer mouthed at her ears, caught off guard by how much she enjoyed it. But in the next moment Reverie stifled herself and tried to stay casual. I found some goat tracks over that way, She gestured toward the western reaches of the territory where hills met the mountains. And blood.

Reverie beckoned for her friend to follow and took the lead, continuing, I grew up in a - a very hot place. Hot and dry, most of the time, She explained softly, glancing at Wayfarer briefly as she spoke. I don't know if I'll ever get used to the cold! But I do love snow. My favorite kind is when it's fresh, and you can kick it into a pile and jump into it. Her voice turned fond as she remembered that first winter in Kvarsheim, how delighted she'd been at each new discovery.