Reina had left Carnelian and Peridot to their own devices, letting them rest in her den if they so chose. She needed some time away, time to herself. It was not because the two young wolves were a hinderance—not at all. The red healer missed her home and wanted to quietly reacquaint herself with it. In truth, she had not been gone very long, but it had been long enough for her.
The one thing she had been wanting to see the most was the Meadow. A not so distant memory came to her where she and Reverie discussed the gardens that would one day populate that area. Spring had sprung in the Wilds and she wanted to see what might have popped up.
She did not expect to find Reverie and one of her daughters making their way in the same direction. Her first instinct was to call for the Angel, but, instead, she stayed quiet and watched them. The girls were a little older now, and, as evidenced by the one that accompanied Reverie, more mobile.
Reina watched the young pup for some time, but her eyes were like magnets to Reverie. The golden femme appeared well, her brother most definitely helped in keeping eyes on his sister and his nieces. She smiled softly—sibling love was surely one of the best kinds of love. And, just maybe, the smile also appeared because she had begun to think of Everett.
Reverie’s musings to her daughter, Dahlia, brought her back to the present and caught her quite off guard, enough for a chuckle to give her away.
The one thing she had been wanting to see the most was the Meadow. A not so distant memory came to her where she and Reverie discussed the gardens that would one day populate that area. Spring had sprung in the Wilds and she wanted to see what might have popped up.
She did not expect to find Reverie and one of her daughters making their way in the same direction. Her first instinct was to call for the Angel, but, instead, she stayed quiet and watched them. The girls were a little older now, and, as evidenced by the one that accompanied Reverie, more mobile.
Reina watched the young pup for some time, but her eyes were like magnets to Reverie. The golden femme appeared well, her brother most definitely helped in keeping eyes on his sister and his nieces. She smiled softly—sibling love was surely one of the best kinds of love. And, just maybe, the smile also appeared because she had begun to think of Everett.
Reverie’s musings to her daughter, Dahlia, brought her back to the present and caught her quite off guard, enough for a chuckle to give her away.
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Guided by the streetlights - by Reverie - March 30, 2024, 08:03 PM
RE: Guided by the streetlights - by Reina - March 31, 2024, 05:47 PM
RE: Guided by the streetlights - by Dahlia - April 07, 2024, 01:51 PM
RE: Guided by the streetlights - by Foxglove - April 07, 2024, 02:14 PM