Hushed Willows witcher

His eyes flashed and danced in a way that left the woman of the willows unsettled. It felt as if she had spoken so many words, and he so few, yet his position felt more compelling and almost made her question the placement of her values. It was true, Elysium hadn’t stood up to much contest since its inception, and it allowed Olive and her Seraphim to persist in a type of ignorant bliss. But, the willows had enough bounty within to sate many hungers; for almost anything that one could hunger for. What was preventing anyone to wrest it from her grasp, after so long?

The answer, as always, was obvious and danced on the tip of her tongue.  “The Gods,” she purred, knowing the certainty of that. It was the only thing that made sense, otherwise, this veritable Eden would not be allowed to persist in the world that upwardly propelled evil as it did. Yet here Elysium was, thriving amongst a bleak season, not only fulfilling it’s purpose but throwing parties and working the create the next generation of healers. It was clearly protected by some otherworldly power, and the druid trusted that the man would be able to see it after she said it so. 

Olive perked her tail slightly to show this man that there were certain unalienable rights a woman had upon her land, and one of those was not to be questioned by ghouls in the night. “The Gods will always watch over those who choose to spread light, rather than darkness.” Could he take the willows for himself, if that is what he truly sought? Probably, but he wouldn’t — therein lied the unexplainable divinity of it all — so the man best watch his tongue and his thinly-veiled suggestions.