Hushed Willows anyone lived in a pretty how town

caw's gaze grows sharper, more curious. "who lived here before faeries? was just you?" it seems very odd that anyone would live on their own! caw did not leave his valley because he did not like his family. it was just because there are so many things to explore beyond those lands. and he thinks he is right, because after all, look what he has found!

"yes," caw says, with the certainty of someone who either knows exactly what they're talking about or has absolutely no idea. of course, he is firmly in the camp of the former. "faeries like old places. sacred places. sometimes even guard single trees! but faerie court here guards whole wood." he hums, looking up and over the willows. 

it feels strange to speak of these things in a tongue other than irish. he is still so fascinated to find faeries who carry it in their name, but do not speak it at all.