Rising Sun Valley [m] We'll wish for weightless knees

Her own call was quite different from a coyote's song. She wasn't sure Dusty Rose would come until he did, until he was there. Reverie only watched him for several long moments, completely still save the slow motion of her tail. He held a feather; the glint in his eyes sped her already-racing heart.

She knew better than to reach for it. All her life she'd been given things, but Dusty Rose was not a giver. Reverie dipped into a playful bow instead, then rose to dance away. She cast him a teasing glance over her shoulder as if to say that she had something better than a feather; as if to challenge him to take it from her.