Hushed Willows I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I'll watch as you're leaving

Reverie brightened a little when Kyrell praised her idea for exploring the caves; she hadn't been entirely sure of it. She might have said as much — but instead found herself giggling at his next words, adding cheerfully, That's what I have Boone for! If her husband minded the cold feet pressed nightly against his chest and back, he never said so. Sometimes, when it was particularly cold, she woke to find herself wedged almost entirely beneath him. How either of them slept that way was anyone's guess.

I'll be glad when it's warmer, though, Reverie continued, gaze following Kyrell's wistfully. In - the place where I was born, The Gilded Sea, we never had snow. Just endless fires. She shivered a little as she said it. After a moment, her eyes found Kyrell again. What was it like where you grew up?