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

her mother's words both quelled her worry that the meddlesome symptoms were the harbingers of some greater ailment, and brought the heat of shame to her chest for making such an ordeal out of nothing. she was close to offering something resembling an apology when the smile spread across her mother's face, and confusion gave way to surprise. "yes. when I realized, I kept isolated." but already her ignorance is crumbling, to be replaced by something much more substantial and much more terrifying. when she realized. with Vaati, she would have known, and she wouldn't have. tongue flicked out to smooth over her lips, the only external sign of worry that signaled she was not as confident as her words.