Emberwood There's no such thing as time to kill, nor time to throw away

Dusty Rose's efforts had not gone unnoticed or unappreciated. Reverie offered a warm smile to his approach, pausing to peer upside-down at him. I used to live here, She said softly in response to his question. Well, not here - at the pack just next door.

I left a long time ago, but I never stopped loving the valley, Reverie tilted her muzzle slightly to pull up a particularly vivid blue flower that she hadn't crushed yet, a shade not far off from the color of Dusty Rose's eyes, and offer it to him. It didn't occur to her that he might not enjoy flowers as much as she did. He was named after one, wasn't he?