Swiftcurrent Creek Light will blind us in time

Oh, she was pretty enough; silver-eyed and soft-spoken, her dark furs scented with the sweet tang of medicinal flowers and greens. Why should he trust you and not me? Reverie was troubled by the bitterness of her own thoughts, the bristling tenderness of every insecurity unearthed by her reunion with Akavir. Her jealousy smothered her to silence as Morwenna went on. She hated it. Why should the fickle affections of men haunt her every step?

Thank you. That's very kind of you, Reverie murmured finally, the clouds behind her eyes fading as she studied the leaf. A long way, yes - and longer to go. I'm afraid we can't stay long.

Her sunfire gaze lifted. We traveled here from Casco Bay. Have you heard of it?