Hushed Willows When I was a kid, I couldn't afford a soul

For @Valiant <3

The fae had just walked her rounds and cleaned her coat at the waterfall. Even Loinnir had taken a dip on her request, as he had begun to smell after a short hunting trip the duo had gone on. His feathers were a pristine white again, reminding her of the winter they'd survived, already in the willows' grasp. Her own coat was nearly always taken care of, even though dirt was hard to spot because of its intriguing patterns. She was now enjoying an evening stroll near the Firefly Stream, the sound of crickets a soothing melody that would make her tired enough to head to bed soon.