Hushed Willows blue, green, or black; smooth or mountainous; that ocean is not silent

i’ve always dreamt of olive being a grammie ♡ thank you for this gift!

Cassiopeia did not outwardly express her happiness as Olive did, but the mother knew that deep inside, beside her gruff, single-word greeting, there was happiness at seeing each other once more. Out of all her children, Cassiopeia was the only one to ever return, so that surely meant something. 

But this day’s visit was not a joyful one, Olive realized as the star-stained girl expressed her concerns. The druid stopped her strut, canting her head towards Cassiopeia in earnest. She took health quite seriously, especially when they came from one as tight-lipped [and as dear to her] as Cassiopeia. “I’m glad you’ve come,” she said matter-of-factly. If Cassiopeia didn’t want to wait to get to the point, then neither did she. “What seems to be the matter?”