Hushed Willows be my baby

Should she inquire about the identity of the one who shared her beliefs — leave it up to the mystery that was her fate, trust that it would cross the paths of her and those she needed to meet for enlightenment? She wanted the focus to be on the present, on Eleuthera and her quest to find the remnants of her blood-stained dandelion seeds, scattered throughout this realm. It was surprising how far such tiny things could travel, given the time and an opportunity.

Her next comment caught the fae slightly off-guard. Though she could not relate to burying her real relatives, not even loving them for the time they were alive, safe for a handful, she sympathized with the flower. It was in her right to refuse or approve this request, but anyone that knew Lumiya well would also know she would not place her pride above the emotional needs of others. She felt like Eleuthera would not abuse the opportunities given to her, and so, without giving herself much time to think everything over twice, she replied;

Of course. She'd be surprised if there was any doubt in the flower's mind about if the fae would allow her to visit her family. It disturbed her slightly that there were wolves buried under the grove she'd seen as just a beautiful place, but perhaps, with this information, the place could take on its original duty again. Though I warn you, I'm not the best story-teller you'll find in this forest.