Hushed Willows tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Unpacked history. It was evasive, just like the answers Reverie had given regarding her time at Swiftcurrent Creek. Mae hadn't pushed the subject. But Akavir was her father, and she felt he owed her answers.

Yeah? Like what? Her own silver gaze was equally intent and studying as she questioned him. Her father had never been very expressive, but she felt she knew how to read him. She was the same way, after all. She liked to imagine that these little stand offs, each watching the other closely for any hint of emotion, were their way of bonding over it.