Dawnlark Plains Kill your heroes and fly

Reverie felt a little exhilarated in the wake of her brief tale, as if she'd done something rule-breaking and past curfew. When Dwin asked after the meaning of Kvarsheim, she realized she didn't know, but the shame of that was muted by her excitement. Oh, I - I'm not sure. It's in a different language - Icelandic, I think, She remembered that she was meant to learn from Gunnar, and this time she did feel ashamed. It's a beautiful place, though. They have all of these huge stones, really tall, just sitting around in a circle. Sometimes I think they must be alive.
It was foolish, she knew, but she could never resist these idle flights of fancy. She imagined them as ancient beings, maybe a little grumpy. Reverie imagined she might be a little short-tempered if she was that old! Then she wondered how Gunnar managed, and was entirely distracted by the thought.