Hushed Willows fluttering wings

'Queen Lulu' — now, that was new. Her cheeks flushed a bright red 'neath her patched coat. It made her think of mother, how she'd referred to the young pixie as "mut" or "that tiny thing" or "the weakling" while now she was being called a queen. The only thing that had changed about her was her confidence and attitude, so maybe mother really had been wrong about her. Being small and innocent was a good thing - wondrous, even.

Quietly - gently. She answered, eyes diverting to the corner of her sight — catching a glimpse of the light refracting off the ice droplets that clung to their ceiling made of willow branches. Are you pleased by the place I've decided for us?