Hushed Willows oh lord, how it gets me down

The girl had not been home for very long before the Yule celebration broke out across the territory, which was invigorating but also overwhelming. Ordinarily Ibis would have been trying to meet all these strangers and try to be the envoy out of all the children, try to ensure a good experience while supporting her mom - not that she had ever been to a party before, of course. These were speculations. She wanted to be useful, attentive, the good little host - but after her adventure outside the willows, Ibis found everything too stressful. All she wanted was some cuddle time with her family (all of them! Even that angsty buttface, Mali).

When the hubbub began to die down, bodies slipping away to find quiet spaces for sleep, Ibis was still very awake but she was thankful for the lull. She was wandering among the trees when she saw him - this dark figment illuminated by a misty grey haze, starlight on ice, silver switches of willow hanging around him. At first Ibis wanted to think it was daddy - they looked like daddy - but a part of her heart had grown frigid to the possibility that she'd ever hunt him down. Maybe it was a ghost. 

Either way, she was slinking through the trees towards him as if charmed by a spectral force. She stopped and watched him for a moment before offering a cautious, Daddy?