Hushed Willows the cold-blooded moon [festival]

While she had never felt the need to look for Korei herself, she did like hearing of her through others. It seemed to suit the nature of their end better, and unless the wayward daughter returned to her first, Ame was not sure if or when she would ever see her again. If chance saw it fit, it would happen, but she was not pressuring the matter on her own accord any. Perhaps. I have wondered if she would ever visit us again, or if our paths may cross. Hard to say, the dark mother said, and gently shook her head almost somberly. Still, it was good Lily kept that hope, even if it seemed hazy.

Nevertheless, she liked to believe her family was well. Charon concerned her most, almost unrelated, and even her wayward offspring worried her less now that they were getting older--so long as they had survived, that was all she didn't know for sure. Anyway, she nodded softly, thankful, as if to say likewise. The summer time is perhaps the mountain's strongest, she smirked, looking forward to it herself. Although really she could make a case for every season, so it didn't matter when Lily and her family may see its verdant expanse, she believed it would be worthwhile. And, she took some silent solace in a distant friendship when they were so rare. We will be there, and hopefully they do get to see one day, she said, lighter expression accompanying.

With that said, she kept to a mosey to get to see more the willows while she was here. In Lily's company, for while she would have it, she passed the time waiting for Charon well she believed. It was nice, so she took in all she could in an opportunity she had found worthwhile--and probably not for the reasons her mate wanted her to, considering his original motivations in coming at all.