Dawnlark Plains white sun, the upswing

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So, he knew about the Hushed Willows! If he was currently residing in this area, it was certain he would know of it. It was, after all, unforgettable and attracted all lovely souls towards it — this man, included. However, his reason for knowing it came as a slight surprise. “A pack?" she questioned, not immediately sure how she felt about this information. The last time she had been here, Elysium was decimated and the willows lay unclaimed. Eleuthera decided to stow her emotions, to process later, when she was alone.

“You don’t say…" she murmured, knowing none of this was Dante’s fault. In at likelihood, this was just the nature of fate and time. He offered to escort her there, an offer she immediately knew she would refuse. She had spent months working up the courage to even come to these lands, and now that she was on Elysium’s doorstep, she wasn’t sure if she could cross the threshold. “I — I’m not ready to go there. Not yet." she set said apologetically, as this stranger (now, friend) had offered her more kindness than she felt she deserved.

It was dark; she must go. “I believe I will see you again, Dante." The lilac woman’s eyes twinkled, ultimately happy that this was not the last time they would meet. “and I greatly look forward to that day."