Hushed Willows anyone lived in a pretty how town

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She is set upon by another, albeit inadvertently. He’s the nice man she had seen and smelt around the willows, but had never spoken to. In all honesty, the feathers tucked into his first and constant avian companion intimidated her, a little bit. However, the presence of another made the ongoing dampness at least a small amount more palatable, and figured this as as good of a reason as any to get to know her salt-and-pepper pack mate. He looked about just as bored and miserable as she was, anyways, and that was the type of company she wanted to keep.

“Hey," the sodden, lilac woman returned the sad, muddy wag of his tail. “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?" It was always an embarrassing question to ask, one that was always made worse by waiting to ask it. Eleuthera sought to solve this issue early on.