Hushed Willows the light is coming [festival]

Thanks for the extra round! <3

Rannoch’s precise and somewhat stoic way of looking at things was funny. She saw him waft between seriousness and jocularity, as he had been doing the entire festival thus far, but the lighter side of things eventually won out. He smiled and laughed and agree, and suddenly, Olive had no desire more, at that moment, than the one to see the big burly man dance some more. Her visage brightened, hoping they could move on from the topic of missing children and focus on the task at hame: celebrating babies and fertility, and dancing with this tree and feeling its essence.

The druid deftly grasped a weeping willow’s tendril between her jaws, careful not to crush it with excess pressure. The pale woman felt the energy flow freely throughout her entire body, and with a final nod to prompt Rannoch, she began to frolic and dance more before eventually returning to her duties of hosting the festival.