Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

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This time it was different in so many ways. This time Reverie understood what it was Lestan had felt, by the lake; that there was a real end to this, something even better, something she scarcely could have imagined before. Like falling from a great height, falling infinitely though it only lasted a few moments. That was flying, truly.
Time passed; she urged Lestan back to her again. She didn't know how many times, only that eventually it ended. She wished it didn't have to. But the aftermath wasn't something terrible and cold; it was warm and hopeful and, for a moment, perfect. She kissed him, and thought:
I love you,
but she didn't dare say it.