Hushed Willows Trying to be religious, talking to the man

She heard Abel's approach long before he announced his presence. It was difficult not to, attuned as she was to her surroundings; she'd become hyper-vigilant in the late stages of her pregnancy. Reverie rolled onto her back as he woofed, turning her head to watch him come closer.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to fly? She stretched her limbs out toward the sky as she spoke, looking up at the clouds now. Well, it would probably be terribly cold right now. But in spring, or summer - I wonder what that's like. To fly and be free; to leave the world behind even just for a little while. Reverie didn't think she would leave it forever, even if she could — but a break would be nice.