Hushed Willows and flowers never bend with the rainfall

Olive was, surprisingly, at home within the willows when she heard Lily’s summons. Even though her own pregnancy was steadily progressing, it was as if nothing could stop her insatiable curiosity of the world that directly surrounded their sanctuary. She always spent the night beside her two wives, tucked in tight in their wedding bed, so if anyone ever needed her, they could come find her early in the morning or late in the evening. Any other time, Olive was gone.

Lily’s call happily gave her something to focus on; to keep her within the willows and not making busy, pretending to tend to her garden or making more rounds, again and again and again. For this, she was thankful and grateful. Appearing on the scene a bit too lackadaisically delayed for the others’ tastes, she nodded to everyone in turn — greeting the messenger’s herald lastly. “Lily! Children, hello!” the druid greeted, then noticed Lily’s little boy. Well, this seemed like an opportunity for women to support women, which Olive was all for.

The mother-to-be raised a loving eyebrow at the little boy, then bent down to address him quietly; only a whisper loud enough for her and Lily to hear. “Oh little Cam, no worries, let me clean him while your mother attends to this most pressing business,” and with a grin of knowing, for Olive herself had raised two litters yet, she motioned Cam towards her and steered him to the side of the crowd so that he may be tended to by her mothering tongue.