Hushed Willows sávvato

His sister had done it.

Reverie had discovered paradise.

Despite winter still holding the land, the Hearthwood flourished. Meadow stretched to meadow, broken along the perimeters by marshland, mountain, and weald. Signs of spring peeked prematurely through the ground, brought on by the warmer gales of recent days. It was in every way Reverie's place, perfect in every way. As he walked, he thought of ways to tell her.

In sonnet. Poem. Song.

Did she still dance?

It was this question that lingered on his tongue when he came upon the opening to the cave. He ducked down and peered inside, silver eyes flashing in the dimming light.

maybe @Reina if you have the time? :D