Phantom Hollow As fresh as a daisy,

Reverie couldn't help but laugh softly at that — her, a soldier! Sounds a bit too imperialist for me, She countered lightheartedly, tail swaying across the ground as she spoke. I've always been more of an anarchist, you know?

Besides - war is the language of men with no conflict resolution skills, A touch of haughtiness to her words then; Reverie leaned away to meet his eyes, to see what he made of that. If not for the threat to her daughters' safety she would have left Casco Bay to its own defense. They seemed familiar enough with war — and she had no interest in it, truly.