Hushed Willows girl in new york

for once, cortez found himself within the willows for more than a few days at a time, which ended up making olive's seeking him out incredibly fortuitous. they crossed paths not too long after she began looking; he shot his sister a smile, pale eyes the warmth—if not quite the hue—of a well-aged scotch. they wandered a little, noticing a difference in the way she carried herself, and lighted on her slightly-distended belly.

olive! he exclaimed in half-greeting, half-celebration. he padded toward her quickly, tail beating furiously against his hocks, gaze widening. tell me that's not just a food baby, cortez jested, mirth dancing along the lines of his face. congratulations!

perhaps he would have known sooner if he kept more to the willows. ah, well. she didn't look to be too far along, anyway, so he hadn't missed out on much. finally, a chance to get to know some nieces and nephews from the get-go, rather than stumbling upon them, like he had with cassiopeia.

should he tell her he met cassiopeia? hmmm. . .nah. perhaps later.

how are you, besides, well, that? he chuckled, focusing instead on the future, rather than the not-so-distant past.