Hushed Willows as spring opens (touching, skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

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They moved along in a comfortable silence, unbroken by unnecessary words. After all, they were facing in the same direction, rather than at each other, and Eleuthera was quite focused on performing a small, walking burlesque for him — plus, if he was like all the other wolves that entered this forest (he wasn’t), he was in no small amount of awe at the ethereal beauty oh the Hushed Willows and rendered wordless by it. It was only when she punctuated the rustling quietude with her directions, did he ask where they were going. It was, as he had requested, her favorite place.

Eleuthera slowed in her walking, then stopped and threw him a cocked, ashen brown over her shoulder until he drifted up to meet her, at her side. “Kink, don’t you trust my surprises by now?" A small cock of her head and an ambrosial, knowing grin accompanied the question; though they were both owners of nomadic souls, Kincaid had a sense of roguish-ness with it that gave her the impression that he knew, and had seen, far more places in this world than she. Showing the rambler the lands she knew best, the willows and the territory just beyond it, was her own small way of sharing whatever she knew, now that she was pretty much hitched to one place. 

Eleuthera only hoped he was as impressed with her, as she was with him. 

Though they were only mere minutes inside the borders of Seelie Court, she could not prevent herself from uttering the other question on her mind. “Tell me you’ve been safe out there, doing — " though she was not worried about him in any sort of way (she more than trusted he was a man who could take care of himself, with the track record to prove it), her tone was colored with concern. Not for Kincaid, but for the other unpredictables out there who currently preyed upon the innocent. “— doing whatever you’ve been doing." this last part was said with a smile, as she realized if he was here, with her, then clearly nothing too bad happened. In fact, it must have been something very, very right. Either way, she recognized his wandering spirit as her own and would never aim to stifle it.

She only prayed that he would be safe, and at least come to visit every once in a while.