Hushed Willows i’m just sitting here looking at pretty colors

✹☾❂

 

Eleuthera strode around the willows almost endlessly in the days since her joining — well, pledging. However the Seelie Court wolves were great in number, and could rightly announce their claim soon. It was so long ago that it was only a faded tether of a memory, but it felt much like the first time she had claimed the hushed willows. She had only been an infant then, but she remembered how it felt. Of course, last time she had been embroiled in all manner of teenage drama — this time, she was much more focused. Mentally, she was right here, almost amongst the holy earth itself. She didn’t even have Séamus here to distract her.

Séamus…

For the past several nights, Eleuthera had chosen to sleep out amongst the stars, where the thick canopy of willow branches thinned enough for her to glimpse the show of interminable shifts clouds and light above. However, it was about this time that she began to desire the safety and security of four earthen walls. She craved a place that was hers, with which she could shield herself from the face of the world, and even the faeries of the court, too. The need for safety and security was very real, albeit unexplained.

She knew where the den site lay, at the foot of the mountains in the caves Elysium had called the labyrinth, but she hadn’t yet visited it. Eleuthera turned towards it now, wondering if there was one that was still empty and needed a willing occupant.

vague about the technicalities of her joining, but she’s here!
would love to meet a packmate :)