Sunbeam Lair Halcyon

Reverie could not help but laugh, a tired but delighted sound in the empty air of the cavern. Yes, that's you, She murmured. For a moment she almost wondered if her daughter would be a dancer or a singer. But it was her birthright to be both, to be far more than Reverie herself could ever reach for.
She yawned and laid her head down, wanting a moment to rest before the inevitable. We have a long day ahead of us, Reverie told Blossom softly. She knew she couldn't hear. But it felt right to speak to her all the same. I wish Lestan was here. Your father. Maybe he would sing for us... But Lestan was a coward who had run from the family he'd claimed to want. Blossom didn't have to know that, though. If her father must exist only in stories, Reverie decided, they would be the best stories. Her daughter deserved a father she could be proud of, even if he did not truly exist.