Hushed Willows And if we should die tonight

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Eleuthera was doing nothing particularly fascinating at that moment. The days that she spent within the willows were largely spent doing exactly that — nothing. Eleuthera could sing and she could dance and she could talk your ear off, but what could she really do that helped the faeries of Seelie Court preserve themselves in this place for evermore? Eleuthera has really been putting some thought into the value she offered the pack within which she sheltered, seeing as she was now without her other, more useful half.

Séamus…

Well, at that thought took a lot of brain power, so she rested her body and took from the caches whenever she felt that she needed nourishment. Eleuthera was no slacker — she had been traveling a lot as of late, but let’s face it, this was not for the betterment of the pack. It was all simply to satiate her wildwind thirst for adventure, and desire to meet wolves and packs of all types. Add them to the catalogue in her brain, you know? It might help one day, but it was truly self indulgent, and Eleuthera had to be better than that.

On her next trip to the caches, Eleuthera ran into the firewoman, who was fuming.“Orlaith,” Eleuthera called out, prancing closer, the electricity that came from the woman causing the fur along her spin to prickle in a pleasurable way. “What is the matter?"