Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

Me tooooo <3 Crowfeather is just precious

Reverie still did not agree, not entirely, but she didn't want to argue with him. She wanted to dance for him. Her eyes lit up when he asked to see, as if he'd read her mind. Or maybe he was just — exactly the kind of person Reverie wanted as a friend. The kind who would hear about a dance he'd never seen and immediately want to know it. The kind who would look so hopeful at the idea of sharing in such art.
She nodded and stepped back, her whole demeanor changing as she gave herself space for the dance. Dancing was what Reverie was made for, it was stained into the glass bones of her, and she was confident in this if nothing else.
How long since she last dared to become the flames? To feel their heat on her skin, wrapping around her, drawing her through the elegant flickering movement of this sacred dance. Once-sacred.
Somewhere along the way Reverie had dropped her faith into the snow of the Teekon Wilds and left it there; it was a quiet thing, a subtle thing, a knowing that came with time and experience. Mother Rain and Father Fire had no power here. Perhaps they'd never had any, and this power was her own; this, the one thing she truly loved without reservation. Not her faith or her purity, or anything else that might be defined by someone else. Something that was truly hers.
So she danced for Crowfeather; she became the flames, the light that followed them, and she did it for no one but them. For him, and for herself. In this moment nothing else existed; not Kvarsheim or Riverclan or any of the world beyond. It was only them.