Hushed Willows Nowhere to turn

A call drew Olive to the border — a call for her, specifically? That did not happen too often. She was not the important one with visitors, like Seabreeze was. Anyone who might want to speak with her was already here, and Olive thanked her stars that she might be so lucky, but sometimes she wished that she might have people outside of Elysium who cared for her, too.

With interest immediately piqued, she left whatever she was doing and made her way to the boarder through the willow’s tendrils. The sylph was soon met with Drakonis’s familiar face, and Olive found herself equally surprised and equally excited to see him. Olive strode confidently forward, emboldened by the familiarity, and took the boy into an embrace. “Drakonis,” she whispered to him since her mouth was already in close proximity with his ear. “Welcome back to Elysium.”

In an almost comical fashion, the woman’s eyes scanned left, and then they scanned right, eyebrows raised in sudden intrigue. He was alone, when last time he was with her firstborn, Sirius — distant and dark as he may be, Olive loved having her kin close. The attention she paid to his absence was immediate and total. The slight woman backed up a step, then another, and looked into Drakonis’s eyes and asked cautiously  “Sirius… Is he well?”