Overture Downs make like a boy scout and leave no trace

When the roof caves in
And you just can't win
You know
It'll only get better, only get better,

Softer now, a lilting backdrop to Dusty Rose's song; a promise written in flyaway notes carried featherlight on the wind. Reverie had always been a dancer at heart. As the sound of his song drifted closer, she twirled away through the brush into a little clearing, all scant wet grass and muddy puddles. Dark water flew up around her feet as she took up the dance to call the rains.

When you fall too far
Can't go back to the start
You know
It'll only get better, only get better...

The song faded from her then as the dance filled her thoughts, crept down to her bones. Only for Dusty Rose would she sing — but when he found her, they would dance.