Swiftcurrent Creek witchlore

He had never asked Reverie about Lestan—much for the same reason when his eyes noted the flinch upon the dark man before him at the mere mention of her name.

He hadn’t wanted to send her spiraling.

The idea, though, that Lestan had been left behind from the gilded woman… A twinge erupted in his chest—that familiar sense of feeling—that someone dared hurt one of his own.

But Reverie, too, had been one of his own, had she not? She had found a new husband—after the death of another, perhaps? He had never openly asked—and for a moment, he realized, that even if she were not here in this very moment.. that she had fled once more… that he himself and Reverie were tied to one another always, in one form or another. A strange fate.

The own sag of his shoulders relayed his exhaustion perhaps in ways that words could not. “You’re home now,” he concluded—as if to reassure the man he would not be left behind again.