Rising Sun Valley Wake me

“A boy, huh?” She teased, though not to belittle Reverie’s dilemma, rather in attempt to make lighter a subject so harrowing as trusting another with express happiness. She felt a tightening in her throat, eyes turning elusive. Tauris had known companionship, had taken partners on nights when stringent inner order succumbed to a leak of loneliness.

But not love. Never love.

And certainly, with the fervor in which she spoke, that was akin to what Reverie held for this boy. And Tauris was out of her depth. So she lingered in silence a moment more, before relying upon her logic, and trying, with summoned patience, to consider things not through her own jaded lens, but from Reverie’s point of view.

The stress of her mind and body was critical. But at first, she sought to understand in full. 

“Do you love him?” She asked pointedly. Importantly.