Luneshale Pass fifty-first

Against her better judgment, Reverie stayed. Just for a little while. Just until she found the courage to return to Boone and ask him whether he still wanted this, her, their future. And if the answer was no —
Well, maybe she would stay here a little longer. She watched the servants work with wide eyes, keeping Blossom close and away from anyone who might hurt her. There was so much going on! Reverie had deduced that all of it was in honor of the queen Senmut had spoken of, and wondered briefly what it might be like to live such a life. Then she pushed the thought away. Even imagining it made her uncomfortable. She resolved instead to enjoy her place as a spectator to it all.
But when it was time to gather, she couldn't help but be drawn to the strange mixture of chewed cacti and honey. Reverie sniffed it thoroughly, told Blossom not to touch it, and then tried a little for herself. It tasted... odd. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. She tried a little more, then guided Blossom over to the food which had been laid out. There she would guard her daughter while she ate, glancing around to see who might be willing to speak with her while they waited for — whatever was about to happen. She knew no one here. But Senmut had invited her, and so she hoped that she would be welcome.