Hushed Willows double

I never did get to the other thread... so I wanted to call dibs!

The willows were barren—though the pale sylph would never have claimed they had been vibrant with life. Elysium had been a peaceful lot, and emerald eyes swept over what had once been their home, knowing now that it had been abandoned. Perhaps from the tragedy they had endured? Or the mountain itself had driven them as the tremors took hold, shifting rock and slate—encouraging mud and rifted trees.

Ketzia had watched the sky fall once and burn her home. Now, it was the ground that threatened to open a gaping mouth and swallow them whole.

The faintest rustle drew her ears to sweep back upon her skull, attuning herself that perhaps the land was not as abandoned as she had originally believed. A sway of her lean hips and the woman turned, eyes pinning to the stranger that roamed almost as if in a thrall.

Even with the peacekeepers of the willows absent, it seemed the land itself still placed serenity upon there shoulders of those who visited.

The problem with serenity was that it was usually overturned in the worst of ways—and so the Diaspora wolf remained silent as she watched the grey creature roam. For all she knew in this moment he was but a shadow of what had once been—a wraith that forever walked these hauntingly beautiful lands.