Silver Creek miserere mei, deus

who comes upon her now? she had hoped it would be grayson, so that she could share her. . .views (if he listens in the first place) but it is instead oryx, one of the newer women to the group. swallowing her disappointment, she returns the smile with one of her own, letting the expression reach her eyes. oryx, she croons, lifting her chin in greeting. of course not. come gather herbs with me.

addison stops and sets down her clump of watercress to allow oryx to come near, all the while giving her the once-over. she is small and dark like the odolf witch, but of shades of black, rather than brown. she has a mane of silver and blue eyes that please addison greatly, aesthetically. she also seems kind and soft-spoken, and that goes a long way in addison's book. she has taken to oryx already.

how are you settling in? she asks gently, once the fae is at her side. are you getting enough to eat, enough sleep? have the women been welcoming? she thinks of cyclone in particular, hoping that the blackthorn harlot hasn't turned her nasty attitude upon this lovely woman. no one deserves that, least of all oryx.

oryx is lovelier than cyclone, and she knows her place. might grayson be convinced to take her as his bride? who, then, for harrison? she rifles through the list of names in her head as she waits for oryx's response.