Emberwood Till I'm Swept Up by the Shape of All the Centuries

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Eleuthera was a flighty thing; and even when she was soul-contracted to a single place, or a single cause, the depth of her attention waxed and waned as her inner strength saw fit. At times, her passions ran wild, like fire — and other times she gave into ease, and assumed little responsibility. Unfortunately, in the midst of the latter phase, it seemed that the faeries lost the ability to hold the willows, and Seelie Court became no more.

Had this event caught the lilac woman at any other moment, Eleuthera might have been more pained about it. But communing with her mothers amongst the willows, and learning from her penniless ardor for the wayfarer @Kincaid, made her realize that nothing truly endured, in the end. To hope for anything different, was a fool’s errand. So Eleuthera took the hit on the nose, bid her ancestral home adieu (for now), and continued to follow the winding path that life set before her.  

Although she preferred solitude these days, the fae wasn’t far away when a sniffling cry — and then various voices — punctured the felonious silence. Eleuthera immediately assumed the responsibility of investigator, and she quickly came upon the scene, but made no move to intervene or place herself amongst the scene’s players just yet. She would watch for a moment longer, before deciding what to do.