Hushed Willows Scary, right? Wait until you hear the bad news.

I have permission to do this from the admins. She's still dead.

The willows continued to hang their collective heads while Stark slipped between them; they did not seem to mourn the passing of their late leader, although their tendrils did seem to drift about with an unseen wind and rustle with strange energy. The shadows criss-crossed over Stark's path as he moved, stumbling and dragging heel, until there was nothing familiar with which he could orient himself. And on that wind there was a whispered, stark..