Swiftcurrent Creek Get you gone now, have some fun

Arric seemed okay with it—and as Reverie allowed the two men to speak, he turned his eyes to trace over her. She noted her consent—and then the swarthy man began to back away. The two before him were, after all, friends. They could figure out the details, he was sure.

“I’ll leave you both to it, then,” he offered, and then gave a nod to either before turning toward the borders, another round of border duty calling to him as he tried not to think of this sudden plot twist in their lives: he never would have pictured a day Reverie had come to them willingly. Not after everything.