Hushed Willows Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Death was not always a bad thing, but it often a painful thing to endure. Besides the death of her baby Oaxaca, Olive had been able to keep this painful part of existence at bay, from the company she kept to the food she chose to eat. That morning, however, the fact was unavoidable. Olive approached the scene with a somber, heavy heart and a head that felt very much the same. 

Sunny, Faye and Lily were present, mourning the loss of the woman Aviana. The woman allowed the appropriate amount of silence, simply feeling the loss in the area, before speaking to comfort the gathering crowd. “She must have felt comfortable enough to let go,” she said softly, not wanting to put words in the mouth of the dead, but also certainly confident of this fact. Though this was a sad loss, it could also be seen as a success for Elysium’s mission as a sanctuary for the sick and the old and tired. A soul was allowed to pass from this earth, knowing that her offspring would be safe and loved. “She must have trusted all of us — you —” she clarified, looking directly at Sunny as she did so. “with the life of her daughter.” Aviana was very much Sunny’s long-time packmate as she was a part of Elysium’s seraphim, and that must be respected.

Olive turned her attention to the small girl, who had just lost her own blood family. In such uncertain times, the shakti woman wished to provide some small sense of comfort. “Faye, you are a part of this family. You will never be alone as long as you desire it. We cannot replace your mother, we never could, but know that you are not alone in this world. ”Then Olive, who had gotten down on elbows and knees to speak level with the child, rose and looked at Lily and Sunny. She didn’t know what to do next.