Emberwood [m] Internet killed the video star

Reverie was perched sphinxlike beside Dusty Rose, idly grooming the places where tiny spots of blood welled from little puncture wounds. Really, she tried to teach the girls better manners than that, but all that flew out the window when Dusty Rose played with them. She didn't mind so much. Except the part where it made him bleed!

Before she could utter a complaint, however, Tybault's voice cut through their lazy afternoon. Reverie stilled, glancing to her mate. His return meant two things. First and perhaps most pressing, that he'd brought Reina with him. But secondary to that was the conversation they would need to have. The conversation about Dusty Rose, about coyotes and The Gilded Sea. The one she very much did not want to have.

Go on and find Blossom, alright? She'll play with you for a little while, Reverie urged her daughters. Reluctantly the girls parted, one after another, to track down their oldest sister. The Dancing Queen took in a deep breath and stood.

This was going to be a long day.