Hushed Willows should have got paid up front, banner

She'd taken to collecting feathers, apparently.  What a weird hobby.  First Banner had those two blue feathers from a week or so ago and now she'd added a couple of white and gray crane feathers to the mix.  It wasn't like she was collecting tropies from exotic kills or anything - no, she'd found the first ones and her most recent addition came in the form of a gift.  She paused in front of her favorite willow tree.  Well, a gift of sorts.  She let out a huff.  Whatever it was.  Right now she couldn't be bothered to break down every second of her time in the marsh.

The short female had chosen her favorite tree a couple weeks back.  It was well away from the Crook, but still comfortably inside the Keep's borders.  She couldn't remember if she told @Stark about it or not, but he'd always been able to find her stuff anyway.  The blue eyed male was good like that.  Banner stepped back from the trunk of the tree, her gaze falling critically on the roots where she'd stashed her treasures.  They came up out of the ground here and there to create teeny little caves - perfect for squirreling stuff away.  Er, perfect for now.  Tambourine might be able to find them when he got a little older, but Banner felt fairly confident that her things were safe.