Swiftcurrent Creek Light will blind us in time

The woman @Morwenna had drawn only the briefest flickers of Reverie's attention — but even these had been enough to make her memorable. Intending to visit only long enough for a few vital conversations, the dancer nonetheless found time in her wandering for a cursory search; if the woman proved difficult to find, she supposed they would have to speak another day. After.

But she hoped to catch a glimpse of her, if only to learn why Arric had looked on her with so much ire even as Akavir sat by her side. Was it jealousy heating her cheeks when she recalled that moment? She'd never commanded Akavir's respect so readily, his trust, even after earning his warmth through so much shared tragedy. Reverie had told herself long ago that she didn't want those things anymore — and she still didn't think she did. Not really. Not the way she once had.

It stung nonetheless.