tee (rin's version)

“Matilda?” my mother repeated, surprised. “Why?” “It means mighty in battle.”
― Rebecca Ross, Wild ​Reverence

“What a ruthless privilege it was, he thought, to love.”
― Ava Reid, A Theory of Dreaming

“You hold on to her. But who could hold on to the wind? And—better yet—who would be so foolish as to trust—to love—such a wild being?”
― Rebecca Ross, Wild ​Reverence

“My home is your home. My arms are a haven for you to rest. My last name is yours if you desire it. I will love you to my grave, and even beyond it, when the mists welcome me, when I am hopefully very old and gray and grouchy and have spent the seasons beside you when you are here and dreaming of you when you are gone.
I love you dearly, Red.
Come home to me. Return to me, when you can. I will be watching the skies and the river until then.”
― Rebecca Ross, Wild Reverence