Hushed Willows No one dies from love

Dreams of guilded angels with wings made of sunlight haunted the red’s sleep, almost nightly, and she usually woke with great effort. It had been one of those nights, a restlessness that made her limbs ache.

To remedy, she thought best to move her body. A walk would do her disillusioned heart some good, as well as clear her mind. However, it proved unsuccessful as the very reason she was even on this damn walk came into her view, fervently digging away. Reina released a quick, yet heavy sigh and continue forward.

“Huh! I seem to have lost Reverie. Oh, but I found this little muskrat digging in the dirt instead” Laughing, she went to the Coach’s side and pulled some earth away to make some room. Reverie had no business doing this by herself. Silently, she cursed Boone, his absence was noted—yet again—and filed away for now.

“Why don’t you take a break, Angel? You’ll wear yourself out.”