Hushed Willows Sweet disaster

She plunged into the familiar forest, never once slowing. But she didn't get very far before a form emerged from the willow trees, a familiar face that wrenched a sob from Larkspur even as she tumbled into her mother's arms. She immediately buried her face in the side of Harlyn's neck, gasping for breath and crying simultaneously. It was so good to be somewhere familiar, so sweet to be greeted and held by her mother, so wonderful to be home—and she had never before thought of the Keep that way but she realized, even in that instant, that home truly is where the heart is.

"Mommy," she sobbed the moment she caught her breath, slowly drawing back to stare into her dam's familiar face. Tears still leaked from her eyes, streaking down a slightly gaunt face filthy from traveling. "Mommy," Spur said again, unable to articulate anything else at the moment as she threw herself against her mother again, just clinging to her desperately.