Sunspire Mountains the hills have feelings, too

He greeted her with a familiarity that she found unsettling for a moment — but only a moment. A bright smile lit her features as he spoke and her unease fell away. She'd missed this; the dropping of polite masks and the expectation of normalcy which felt almost crushing now. At home she was mother and wife and leader, always aware of what was expected.

But right here, right now? She was only Reverie, as odd and cheerful and oddly cheerful as she'd ever been. I like the powder the best, She declared, eyes following his. The kind you can kick into a pile and jump in! I used to do that with my sister... Bjarna. But she was gone now. Gone, and Reverie wished sometimes that she could follow.