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

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Orlaith seemed to accept that Eleuthera was now amongst them, but the firewoman did not feel the need to hide her silent survey of their newest companion. For longer than a moment, Eleuthera felt as if she was on display — a feeling that she did not relish, but happened to her more often than not, for two reasons: one being that her fur and features were out of the ordinary, and the second being that she and Séamus had been in and out of packs their entire lives. That was a lot of approvals to be needed, over and over again. It was better to just get these introductory parts out of the way, so that she could then move to the next phase of packhood: friendship.

After that, Orlaith visibly softened and Eleuthera could not help but exude a warm, glowing smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Orlaith,"Eleuthera returned, now feeling comfortable enough to lift her lavender gaze and look this beautiful woman, who seemed as if she were the sun, a giant exploding fire star, personified. For this reason, she felt in her gut that it was best that this particular woman be met with deference, at least in the beginning. The sun could burn, if one wasn’t prepared for it.

Eleuthera looked around the density, feeling her stomach grip. It looked so much like the place in her memories, that colored all her dreams. "I lived here once before," Eleuthera noted, a wistful longing palpable on her tongue. She felt that it was important that this was known, even if it didn’t matter much to anyone else.