Emberwood don't you worry you little flame

Powerplaying those tagged, but yall are free to hop in or correct me on anything

It was awhile before Reverie remembered that anything else existed in the world. For a time she knew nothing but Dusty Rose — and she was content with that. At least, until he reminded her of her daughters. Her children who were still too young to be left alone.

She took the lead in their search, pressing forward to sweep the two daughters she saw first into her arms. But one was missing — and Blossom, she quickly realized, was frantic. The story spilled from her oldest daughter tearfully. Foxglove had slipped away, as she so often did.

Reverie hardly heard anything after that. She sucked in a sharp breath, rising at once as if she meant to depart for the search then and there. But then she looked to the worried faces of her remaining daughters. Then her eyes found Dusty Rose, filled with a question: what do we do?

It didn't occur to her just then that she was the one meant to provide an answer.