Hushed Willows lonely only for you

@Ariel and seabreeze, if you wanna!

It was any other ordinary day, in a run-of-the-mill wedding bed, in a not so special forest made of willows [though this is the one thing that Olive would dare contest until she was blue in the face], the three wives of Elysium slept. During the lighted hours she wandered from the sanctuary and traversed the surrounding territories, but every nightfall found her tucked up against the slight forms of both Seabreeze and Ariel, feeling their babies squirm in the swathes of love and adorations that already surrounded them from within.

She rose with the sun, though just the finest streams of daylight crept into the mouth of their lair. Fine dust motes danced and wove about, and she smiled to herself, then bestowed Seabreeze with a kiss on her left, and a nudge to Ariel on her right. “Rise, my loves,” she whispered, knowing that they were likely already coming to wakefulness. The trio had become quite in tune with one another and all their various cycles and rhythms, resulting in a sense of unspoken communication that existed only amongst them. “Greet the day with me.”