Dawnlark Plains Kill your heroes and fly

Reverie pondered all that Dwin had said for a moment. I would love to hear about any of those things, She said, and meant it. Even the smallest details of life were still — life, and valuable, and infinitely interesting. Even if it's lies, or half-truths - I guess talking stones would be like anything else that talks, so maybe some of them would lie. But I wouldn't mind. If you pay attention, you can always find some kind of truth in the lies people choose to tell. Reverie disliked such guessing games, but she could no longer see even her own childhood in any other light. Sometimes the only thing that could be done to understand a person was guess.