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

Reverie couldn't help but laugh at that. It kind of was, She agreed, but fell quiet when Kyrell continued. Her gaze flitted to his ears as he moved them, and she noticed the tags for the first time. That was odd. How had she never seen them before now?

But they reminded her of something; a time she desperately tried to forget. Human-folk? Reverie echoed in spite of herself, in spite of the faint prickle of cold along her hackles. Some part of her felt that she already knew — but she'd never heard that word before. What's that?