Porcupine Ridge x ilukutak

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Eleuthera was no stranger to being a working part of a pack, or living amongst others. In fact, some might say that’s what she did best. Her life was a winding road of travel, deeply punctuated by long stays with families or packs along the way. In her more spritely years prior, Eleuthera knew her times with these groups had an expiration date — a date that both she and Séamus could look forward to, and rely on. Only in change did they find their consistency.

But her priorities had changed consistently, since then. She had thought her forever-place was amongst Lumiya’s faeries. Seelie Court, as it turned out to be, was nothing more than a dream — a dream from which she had woken, all too soon. It was only after the dissolution of Seelie Court that Eleuthera realized that it was the willows (more prolifically, the mountain range itself) to which she was bound, not the packs that inhabited it — whether it be the Faeries of the Court, or the Seraphs of Elysium.

But still, Eleuthera could not deny that the watchman’s offer did tickle her fancy. This group of brothers who sought to settle the raven’s cliffs, surely they would succeed in their claim, as many before them had. Certainly, after however many months or years, they too would fall. The fact that all things were cyclical, and mortal, made The Watch no less significant; no less worthy of happening. In fact, the idea of being witness to greatness being brought up from nothing, yet again, greatly excited the lilac faerie. Plus, it was becoming winter. The willows were currently contested ground. She wanted to surround herself with the warmth of others, all of whom worked toward a common goal.

The choice was easily obvious, yes the woman feigned humble thought. “Hmm,” she murmured, nodding along with herself.“I do appreciate your offer.” the woman lifted an eyebrow, letting her somber, silken veil slide from her shoulders. Her tail swayed idyllically behind her. “We might have been neighbors,” she commented with unintentional irony, as if there had been any chance the territory-hungry brothers would have allowed her to remain amongst the willows. “but I much prefer to have friends and family to neighbors, anyways.” Eleuthera intuited that, as for as what they both stood to benefit from this arrangement, her and Kigipigak were on the same page.

“Tell me, what kind of leaders are you, and your brothers?” she wasn’t sure if this was the place for her to conduct a small evaluation, but it was a question worthy of asking. A wry smile now danced upon her lavender-blush lips. “Are you a brutal sort?” It was a question asked in jest, as she did not assume this to be Kigipigak’s truth. Nor would it dissuade her, anyway.