Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

feel free to skip her if she is holding you up

A thank you was given to her, so she did good! Her dirt dipped tail wagged with enthusiasm as she remained silent, she was now a bystander. Her work was done, she had been a success with trying to recruit a member for the seelie court. Instead of talking she stood by the man calling himself Memory's side, a form of moral support. She listened to her queen, remembering the things she said so that she might do better later. Then it was memory's turn and her ears fell in sympathy of the life he had before them, he needed peace. He needed to never fight but would should it arise. He was a good man with a good heart, he just needed a new start to show these things.