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

Reverie tensed momentarily at the feeling of claws in her fur, but only long enough to realize that she liked it. She let him pull her back with a contented hum and a half-hearted click of her teeth in the space near his ear; more provocation than protest. Even then her relief was too large to deny him anything.

My mother was... Harsh. Elegant. Hateful. Full of expectations. And often disappointed. She was a singer... she wept all night when I became a dancer. Even her good mood only went so far where The Gilded Sea was concerned. Reverie fell silent again.

Blossom will never know her, I hope, She finished softly after a short silence. The crash of thunder startled her slightly, and she buried her face in Dusty Rose's fur.