Emberwood [m] But if you get me out, you get a show

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Vaguely kinda forward dated a lil

Her days were devoted entirely to her daughters, preparing them for their eventual departure from the Emberwood and toward the coast. From dawn to dusk she was mother and leader. But it was her nights she most looked forward to, recently.

When the sun disappeared below the horizon and her daughters settled for the night, Reverie slipped away to find @Dusty Rose. This had quickly become her routine since the morning they'd spent together in the rain. They'd repeated the encounter several times — but not every night. Some nights, like tonight, were quieter, though she never failed to bring a gift to their meetings. This time she'd brought the tiny skull of a songbird.

Lightning flashed dimly through the mouth of the small hollow which had so quickly become theirs, though Reverie tried not to think of it that way, illuminating Dusty Rose's slim features and his dark eyes. She shivered and twined her limbs further with his as the hollow fell back into darkness and thunder crashed. Guiltily Reverie thought of her daughters; she hoped they were asleep. Everett would comfort them if they weren't, she knew, but it should have been her.

Instead she was here, and she wasn't sure why.