Sunspire Mountains the hills have feelings, too

The dance to call the rain was a dance without a true end; it could go on for hours, for days, until either the dancer collapsed with exhaustion or Mother Rain finally answered the call. But Reverie let the dance fade after a time, her leg aching with the effort. She felt oddly abuzz.

But she smiled when the blue-eyed man called it beautiful. His eyes were such a pretty blue, too. So similar to Blossom's...

Of course I can teach you, Reverie agreed easily, pushing that thought firmly away. It occurred to her then that they hadn't even exchanged names! I'm Reverie, by the way. She added a bit shyly. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder, then looked back to her companion.

Do you um, live nearby? He didn't smell of others; maybe she could bring him home!