Silver Creek like you've never had before

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It was still cold.

To busy herself in the winter's wrapping of ice, Daivya had found the hollow of a long-fallen tree, and set about stashing and organising whatever herbs and medicinal items she could collect - as she'd mentioned to Iliksis, the season was not kind to plants, but she managed. Chamomile here, chervile there... not much, but enough. The forest sylph had put all her efforts into ensuring that the wolves of rosings were protected enough - already she'd aided the pretty Lilah with some lavender to soothe nerves and stress. After all, that was her purpose here, aside from bearing young in future moons, if Grayson deemed her worthy enough for a husband.

Speaking of the creek's leader, her dark brown nose tipped up to the sky (ignoring the sweet scents below her) as his presence became evident to her. A swift incline of her head saw him emerge into her vision - as handsome as ever, just the way she remembered. "Grayson," came the smile, melting voice whispering out into the wind. Were all the men of rosings blessed with good looks? She'd only met two.

Was he here to request something of her?