Emberwood We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom

Slowly Reverie calmed herself as she listened to Akavir's soft explanation. After a time she pulled away slightly to wipe her tears away, abruptly feeling guilty for crying on him. Rather than apologize, she nodded in numb acceptance of all that he'd said. He'd only been trying to protect the girl. And he hadn't trusted her.

Was that really a surprise to her?

And this news of Kvarsheim —

Kvarsheim? But - She paused, sorting out the timeline in her own thoughts. Gunnar had been alive for that, surely. And that didn't make any sense at all. I don't - I don't understand. My father - Gunnar would never - never allow that. He - he wouldn't have, I mean. When he was - Alive. She swallowed and pressed her nose back into Akavir's dark fur.

How did it all end up - like this? Little more than a whisper, not truly meant to elicit a response.