Hushed Willows Do you laugh about me whenever I leave, or do I just need more therapy?

Oh, there's all sorts of things to see! Reverie brightened to be speaking of the valley, the first place she'd called home upon entering these wilds. There's a pack by a beautiful creek - and a meadow not far from there. Another pack lives around this giant stone circle... that's Kvarsheim. She quieted a little at that, struck by the ferocity of her longing for the place. For Gunnar and Bjarna and Tauris, though she knew Bjarna would not be there. Not anymore.

It's lovely in spring. But I first saw it in winter, She went on more softly now, gaze wandering as she remembered.