Sunspire Mountains You know we could put them all to shame

Rainsong. She was comforted by the sound of Dusty Rose's voice, the warm feeling of his presence at her side. Reverie shifted wordlessly to press her flank against his, cheek resting against the side of his neck for a moment. Her bristling died away as she began to settle.

Like a drug he soothed her weeping hurts to a soft, pleasant hum. He didn't even have to try. She hated that, just a little.

No, She murmured, voice hollow. She pressed her face further into his fur, muffled when she added after a small pause:

My father is dead.

A slow breath; she drew away slightly as she continued. My real father. The one I chose. He died, and I wasn't there. I didn't even know.

Her voice cracked on the last word, but the tears did not fall yet.