Swiftcurrent Creek first watering

rose blossom mayfair.
mayfair.
the lake of fire shimmered behind his eyes. he inclined his head. "a lovely name, reverie." the tone of a man indulgent toward the wife he loved very much, but who had not quite accepted the way of things.
"m-may i see her?" he asked next, timidly.
his dreams! they burned away in his head. "such ugly things, reverie. i — i need to gather them." swallow them. let no more direness touch his desperately beloved family.