Hushed Willows But I make no plans and none can be broken

she touched the gilt shoulder. "i believe in your strength. you must also."

a breath. "we will keep looking. if there is new word, i will bring it." if nothing came, then reverie would understand nothing had moved in what the truth seemed to be.

on motherly impulse she reached for the young mother, drawing her into a maternal embrace that lingered only as long as the woman wished it to be. when they came away, she sent a prayer to the sea goddess for reverie's continued belief in self.