Hushed Willows honey, I'm still free

This is a mess but I tried LOL why is writing hard. (Timeline wise, should've happened prior to the Drageda conflict, oops I suck).

Things happened swiftly where the cliffs were concerned. She did not linger long among the strangers. Soon enough, Tux was escorting her away from his pack and around the Tangle where she had been discovered. She could've used more rest but did not want to disappoint her new friend, who seemed to have an endless supply of energy; he brought her as far as he could before prompting her for directions, which left little Ibis feeling kind of useless. Her offering of, I don't see any sad trees, wasn't exactly a boon to their efforts.

Together, Ibis and @Tux moved through the area until she thought she saw something familiar - and she rushed to meet that sensation without consulting her knight in swarthy armor, only to stop short and plunk her rear down upon the snow as she pouted. Nothing was familiar, not really. But overhead, swaying along the ridge where she couldn't quite look because she was so tiny, there were the tendrils of the mighty bowed willows, whispering as the wind played through their tresses.