Hushed Willows witcher

As waif-like as a haunting ghost, the woman wove between the massive trunks and silken tendrils of the willows — she did not haunt aimlessly. Instead, the sylph had become the invisible eidolon of the man who approached the entrance to Elysium late at night, and whom she had only stumbled across by chance. In the dead of night, Olive wondered what his intentions might be.

She had been spending more and more time around the borders, as small as the entrance to the willowed outcrop was — the high walls of the sanctuary kept its inhabitants warm and safe, but at times became stifling to the woman who had once been a scout. Time and wife/motherhood had changed her circumstances, but her inclination to wander hadn’t changed in the slightest. Olive allowed herself to wander to the limit of her territory and rarely ever farther; there was nothing that needed her out there, but everything that needed her within. Duty kept her tied to one place, but Olive indulged in any small way that she could. 

One of those ways was star speaking, an activity which had begun to escape her after the frenetic energy of moving Elysium and then taking in an influx of wolves for the winter; but once she revisited the ceremony, Olive folded back into it easily. With a clear heart and a clear mind she spoke to her gods, and when she did not want to scale the cliffs to do so, she came to Elysium’s threshold. The trees here were thinner and more sparse, and afforded a better view of the mother moon when it rose highest in its sky. That was how she had found the strange man upon her doorstep.

The man might be surprised to know that the concept of superiors amongst Elysium was a silly one — that the sanctuary acted with an “all for one and one for all” mentality, and to intrinsically support such an idea, every value of theirs repelled any sense of competition whatsoever — so it was not as a council member that Olive approached, but as a simple wolf, wishing that the beauty of this place might persist for ever longer. If this thief in the night wished to do them harm, or to glean covert information, it had now become her duty to intercept him. “Do you come in peace?” she spoke assuredly, coming into view, a woman upon her own ground.  

“It is too beautiful a night for strife.”