Sunspire Mountains You know we could put them all to shame

Reverie giggled softly as Dusty Rose insistently reversed their roles, but surrendered to it easily. There was a small streak of surprise in her, but otherwise the crumbling of the wall she'd placed around their roles to one another was a quiet thing. She hadn't even needed to ask. He gave; she took.

So Reverie would spend the remainder of the day recounting tales from her time in the valley, her time with Gunnar and all that had happened between, until the sun began to set and she realized there were no more tales to tell. She'd told him everything. From that chapter of her life, at least; the part that had belonged to Kvarsheim and her family there.

It felt freeing.