Emberwood don't you worry you little flame

I'll go find her.

Reverie pulled him into a tight embrace for a moment, kissing him fiercely to express all that she couldn't say. Her muzzle lingered near his ear briefly as she murmured, When you get back - I'm going to make you my Dancing King, A leader beside her; it only seemed right.

With that promise and one last soft brush of her muzzle against the velvety side of his ear, she withdrew to comfort her daughters. Particularly Dahlia, who was nothing less than distraught over being ignored by Dusty Rose in favor of her sister. Reverie wasn't sure how to explain that now was not the time to hold ill will toward her sister. But she would try. There was nothing else she could do while she waited, trying to stifle the bile rising in her throat with each passing moment that Foxglove was gone.