Hushed Willows [M]y light extinguished

oh boy, leggo

Bridget had been nosing for a particular leaf all day, and so far she'd been coming up empty.  She had a pile of other useful pieces collected, and she'd gotten bored hours ago, but she was running low and Lumiya had hinted of a war on the horizon.  Bridget straightened with a sigh, then stretched, wincing as her back muscles tightened, then relaxed.  Just a short break... she could take what she'd found, then come back.

Her ear flicked sideways as a weak howl sounded.  Bridget frowned, eyeing the pile, before deciding to leave it.  It wasn't likely any of it would be helpful if there was an injury, and besides... she didn't want to inhale it when she ran.

What the...  She entered the scene at a run, but slowed to a stop as her eyes darted around to find any sign of what had Deidra so upset.  Deidre?  What the hell happened? What's wrong?  She wasn't super close to her (or any of the faeries yet), but that didn't mean she wasn't on edge seeing any of them like this.  Was someone hurt?