Hushed Willows sister of pearl

The willows were more magnificent than she could have imagined — but the natural world always had a way of surprising her like that, with it’s continual chaos and beautiful infinity. As such, not soon after their arrival and marking of the borders, Olive abandoned the group of others in order to chart and map the territory with her own two eyes — the temptation was much too great, and Olive could not see any reason why she should not. 

First she saw her way through the draping tendrils of the willows, then across a water way or two, from a meadow to the mouth of a cave, and then she followed her nose within the earth and walked the caverns from one complete end to the other, exiting the system somewhere to the west and somewhere behind a colossal column of rushing and falling water, roaring and making a mess of the area’s serenity for anyone with as close a proximity as she.

The small woman, dampened by the spitting of the falls, espied a small escape to the side. Entirely thrilled by the reconnoitre of it all, Olive nearly leapt at this chance but quickly learned to stow her excitement — it was nothing more than a finger of rock, jutting out from the sheer face that frames the grandiose falls. She very neatly tucked all of her legs beneath her, not wishing to slip and fall from these heights. It would make a wonderful stargazing spot, and when her children were older, she would bring them too… and not a day sooner.