Hushed Willows Trying to be religious, talking to the man

Set for the 20th!

She felt lighter than air; untouched by gravity, almost buoyant as she trailed along the slope that led from her den. Lately Reverie was consumed with thoughts of the children she would soon bring into the world. Already she had begun to think of them as her daughters. Reverie could hardly see herself having a son.

When she reached the base of the cliffs, she looped around at a trot, heading for the waterfall now. It would be one of the first places she would take her daughters when they were old enough, she'd decided. The willows were filled with beauty, and all of it would be their birthright. She'd never had anything to call her own, any legacy to pass down to her children and their children — but now she did.

Reverie settled at the edge of the pool beneath the waterfall, sighing when she felt the spray of icy water. The waterfall was too large to ever freeze over, but it was still terribly cold! At least for now. She rested her head on her paws, already daydreaming of spring.