Hushed Willows I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast

Of course we can, Reverie brightened at the question, brushing a gentle kiss over her daughter's ears one last time before beckoning her onward. Maybe we'll bring some back for your sisters, hm? Do you know what their favorite colors are?

The rest of the day would pass this way, relatively peaceful compared to the little family's typical chaos. By the time they settled for the night, the Dancing Queen felt hope that her daughters would learn to rely on one another. They would need to, she thought.

Family was all they had.