Hushed Willows But your hands ain't red yet

Wrapping this!

Reverie laughed softly. Oh, I wish! It would have made a much cooler story, she thought. But the reality was romantic in its own right. Blossom is here, yes. She stays near me often.

So she would tell Tuft the story of how they'd met; how Boone had found her by the sea, lost and alone. How he'd swept her away to the mountains and showed her that she still had a future. How they'd fallen in love, and married on the tallest mountain of them all. It'd felt as if they were standing at the top of the world, that day. As if they would never come back down.