Hushed Willows you open always petal by petal

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The pale, mousey creature opened up easily enough. He was born here, but not here-here. Well, the actual specific location mattered less to her than the fact that he was an Elysium cub. It was pretty easy to deduce, as she had a pretty good timeline worked out in her head now. The family that kept popping up, here and there, served to add another shade of color to her understanding of what had happened to Elysium and the other, innocent Seraphs. 

Eleuthera managed to contain her wonder and excitement, being in such a holy location. She never saw anyone else here, for such a place of verdant beauty. Perhaps they felt its gravity and knew it was not entirely a pleasurable place. “Really?" she asked in brief disbelief. Brief, because if she was a child of Elysium, then this must be her kin. She was gaining family left and right, and it pleased her deeply. “Me too."

Her ears flicked back momentarily, and there was a passing grimace that flashed across her lips. Her actual birthplace was even more not here than his. “Well, kind of the same as you. I was born on the Sunspire, but we moved here before I could even remember anything." Sure, she had been present for the lovely asylum’s inception, but she missed this entire era that Sundance and this new kin had experienced. “Who were your parents?" Eleuthera inquired, then quickly tacked on —  
“Did you experience the shaking earth, too?!"

Where did a week just go?! also, since i’m apparently just disregarding time altogether, let’s say this is after she meets Sundance.