Hushed Willows And if we should die tonight

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It was at this point, listening to Orlaith seethe about false facades and shows of dominance, that Eleuthera’s rational problem-solving mind took over and put the bandwagon part of her brain to rest — but the energy remained; the electricity, the fire and zest for life that she desired more than anything. This was the best she had felt in months: she had been depressed, slovenly, unable to do anything but mourn Elysium’s memory. Now, she could channel her angst and do something productive with it.  

“It is fortunate that this fighting saint came across you, instead of preying upon someone weaker. " Eleuthera’s voice came strong and certain; a far cry from the lyrical tone her words usually took on. "My entire family perished amongst these mountains. It cannot happen again." Orlaith and she had talked about this before, and they both had been in agreement then. Now, it seemed the unthinkable might come to pass. 

Eleuthera pranced in a tight circle, unable to control her frenetic movements. ”Our friends to the south need to know the danger on their doorstep. We’d be back before anyone knew we were gone. " She assumed Orlaith would know what she was talking about: going to speak to the packs in Lumiya’s stead. It was not what the Faerie Queen had ordered (not that Eleuthera knew at this point) but Lumi would be thankful for it at the end of the day, no?