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

She rested her chin delicately on Dusty Rose when he shifted, oblivious to whatever turmoil he felt. His question only gave her a moment of pause. Thinking about you, Reverie murmured, smiling faintly though she knew he wouldn't see it. Dusty Rose des Peres, dragon bone connoisseur.

It wasn't far off from the truth. And she thought of him more often than she would ever admit, thought of questions she'd like to ask and places she'd like to show him. Those were dangerous thoughts, though, so she tried not to think them. She tilted her muzzle to preen at his fur before any of them could spill from her lips.