Hushed Willows double

There was a disconnect from him—the way he studied her, the hesitation he seemed to offer. Her tail swung neutrally in the air, a cock of her exotic muzzle given as her jade eyes skimmed over him. The glance over his shoulder, the words chosen—the quaking of the earth was playing upon the unease of so many, though her concern rested with her children and Diaspora.

She blew out her breath softly, an ear flicking toward him as she remained rooted to the spot, pondering the enigma of the man before her. A broken angel, perhaps? “You worry for it,” she murmured, the smoke of her voice holding only the hint of a question to the statement she gave.