Hushed Willows the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

to help and to heal. that is her duty, and has always been. and in the past year she has been content - in her work, her wanderings. and yet, she longs now for a place to settle, if only for a time. a place she may extend careful roots perhaps, and still make use of her gifts, and so she had been drawn here. she pauses on the border, closing her eyes a moment and listening to the gentle sway of the willows, the whispers that draw her here. in the moment, she is confident, sure, that this is the right place - and so she calls on @Sunny, and any other denizens that may greet her.

she blinks open her gaze, allowing it to drift openly among the willows, and waits.