Hushed Willows I wanna believe that your faith in me is as strong as it was

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they were joined quickly by an ethereal creature, more wisp than wolf with the scent of newborn life and milk clinging to her — indra could not help the way her gaze clawed across olive, noting her elfin features and airy mein with, surprising to her, a sense of unbidden jealousy. indra had never thought a woman pretty — but if she did then, this was it.

she remained silent, letting laurel take the reins of their sorry little enterprise. she had little to add, and simply kept herself at attention and out of the way as she awaited the soft spoken verdict of elysium’s matron.