Hushed Willows be my baby

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She and Lumiya seemed to be getting along just fine, and that felt groovy. There were far too many wolves in the world with whom she felt she must struggle through every interaction, but she was not one of them. Perhaps another creature might have been turned off by her sudden familiarity and her forwardness, but Lumiya seemed  to return it in kind, so Eleuthera resigned to, and felt the warmth of, what this was: friendship.

When Lumiya spoke of the necessity of time and change, Eleuthera could not keep a hearty chuckle behind her smiling lips. “You know, someone else just told me the same thing," she chortled, thinking of scarab and his soulful musings upon the dead and dying. She doubted this was the way Lumiya meant it, but it wasn’t too far off base. It appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, a universal truth. Things always changed, and it was up to wolfkind to adjust — or to suffer.

It was a theory that Eleuthera had come to be grateful for. She needed newness, just as Hushed Willows needed newness in the form of this Faerie Court. She needed newness like the heated earth would soon need the soothing breeze of autumn. She needed newness like a born-again virgin — and to find this newness, she felt she needed to return home. 

“I’ve heard that my family is buried in the rose garden," she started, amazed that she had made it up to this point. It had taken her the better part of 6 months to work up to this point. Eleuthera lowered her whole demeanor for a moment, to signal to Lumiya that she knew it was well within her right to turn down such a request. Not everyone was as welcoming to strangers as her family had been — still, she remained hopeful. 

“May I visit, and maybe share a story or two? Oh, and I would love a tale of the Faeries in return!"  she bartered, good naturedly.