Hushed Willows be my baby

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Eleuthera was in no great rush. In all truth, she felt all sorts of poignant emotions about the fact that some other group called her home home. Though she innately knew that it was any wolf’s right to claim a free territory, her gut spoke loudly that these wolves did not deserve her mothers’ sacred, holy place. Her logical mind reminded her of the last time she was in her ancestral lands, when Séamus had told her of the demise of Elysium. The lilac girl had avoided the willows then, and fled the Teen soon after that.

If anyone would welcome new life into the Hushed Willows, it would have been the Seraphim. Perhaps Elysium and this new family might have even cohabited, had they not passed like ships in the night.

So she sat in the dappled sunlight, drinking in the emotions and memories of this place. The tree’s canopy held the summer’s heady humidity close to the ground, and there was a dull, listless breeze that snaked amongst the tree branches. Then the woman appeared, as Eleuthera suspected she soon might. She had an owl with her — damn, she wanted an owl friend too.

When the woman who greeted her prompted introductions, the lilac woman rose and drifted closer so that they might converse more easily. Eleuthera had questions; the answers to which felt so important that they were vital to her very being. She nodded her head in deference and kept her face placid, no longer a sense of longing or discomfort written across her features. “My family used to live here.” she explained without much pretense. “Who…?” she asked with a cant of her crown, signaling her meaning.