Hushed Willows ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Since Ibis' disappearance, grief had swelled up inside of her.  It had no temperature, neither warm or cold, but it had a definite presence.  It grew behind her sternum, pushing against her heart and her ribcage, demanding they make room.  It pushed against the walls of her chest.  She didn't know who she was without it anymore.  Without her grief, she was sure that her organs would collapse in on themselves, she'd fold in on herself like a black hole and cease to exist.

But still she perservered.  She had no choice!  She had her wife, her friend, her child.  She had Elysium to care for.  She was pleased to see the turnover for this meeting, and she resolved herself to this: if Delight's children did not show up to this meeting, so be it.  If they did not want to bring themselves before the public forum to give voice to their concerns, they would not be given a chance to air them.  It was here or never.

She waited patiently for the pack to arrive as she moved to stand next to Lily, pleased that she wouldn't have to shoulder the meeting this time.