Hushed Willows be my baby

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Eleuthera noted how the stately wolf listened to her so intently, and appreciated it. She felt as though she had this woman’s, Lumiya’s, full attention, so Eleuthera returned it with just as much focus and deference. Her pale, lavender gaze was serious, but not unfriendly, nodding along as the masked woman before her explained that they were a group of faeries, which might have sounded strange had she not be raised amongst the seraphim. Eleuthera nodding along, totally absorbing this new presence amongst the Hushed Willows.

At Lumiya’s next assertion, Eleuthera’s heart skipped several beats! Others, like she, come to call upon the Hushed Willows in hope of communing with some small part of Elysium? It had to be someone she was familiar with; after all, who from her childhood shelter was she not intimately aware of? It had been several years, give or take a few months, but Eleuthera knew she would recognize any of them in a heartbeat. She had a miraculous mind for faces, and rarely ever forgot a single wolf she met in her many travels.

Perhaps it was even — Séamus? But Eleuthera knew that was nigh near an impossibility, so she quickly dismissed the idea although her gut had already done several somersaults. Still, Eleuthera was exasperated at the idea of seeing one of her childhood friends. It was a far bigger gift than she had expected to receive, coming to call upon these weeping woods.“Really?” the lilac woman breathed, taking and ardent step forward, then intentionally shrinking back. This was not her home any longer. “Do you remember who?” Her tail lashed behind her. “— are they still here?"