Hushed Willows oh, where are you now, pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?

it wasn't long before someone came along to greet him—a soft-looking girl who spoke up immediately. she looked a lot like someone who would have been a part of elysium, and for a moment, cam wondered if they might have returned. a combination of hope and fear sent his heart surging into his throat, and he paused to clear the lump before speaking again.

erm, hi, he replied awkwardly, trying to pitch his usual quiet voice above the din of rain. i'm cam. my mother is buried here. . .i'd like to visit her grave.

it couldn't be them. he recognized none of the scents, absolutely none. no seabreeze, no olive, nor any of the brood that he'd cohabited with; not his father or sister, or his brother whom he knew was far afield in the north. it was the willows, but it was not elysium.

but his mother was here. he knew that for a fact.

he stared expectantly at the young fae, blinking raindrops from his emerald eyes as he waited for her response.