Raven's Watch laughed their cryings and did their dance

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Not all decisions were easy, but Eleuthera was blessed in that most of her path laid itself out in front of her in a very obvious manner. She had been raised in a world of intuition, then cut her teeth in her perpetual travels with Séamus, and it left her with a honed ability to discern signs and follow them without guilt or regret. There was little questioning that went on in Eleuthera’s mind when it came to making decisions, and that wasn’t a quality she would deign to demonstrate today.

Her choice had been obvious when she found the Faeries amongst the willows instead of her beloved Elysium — the gods, if there were any, clearly meant for her to join the small mystical family of fae, for no matter how show a time they had together. Now they meant for her to ascend the mountain just to the border of the willows, to learn of these wolves who meant to settle it and aid in their endeavor.  If anything seemed that it might be mutually beneficial, this was it. Why else would Kigipigak have been put in her path, at the top of some godless southern ridge, if not to enlighten her about the opportunity for health and safety that was bubbling up in her own backyard?

Eleuthera also had a penchant for being involved in things. If she heard something was happening, Leu often would volunteer to be spectator. She would become involved if it was the price to pay to keep her life interesting, but basically where you found action, you could find Eleuthera, egging it on from the sidelines. She would not — could not — have it any other way. 

With winter setting quickly in on them, Eleuthera made the decision to pursue this red-hot lead, which life had placed so nicely in her lap. The lilac woman awoke that morning in the willows, and she nodded to herself internally and set forth to the scent borders of the Greywatch wolves, which she presumed to be strong due to their intention of settling the heights. In this, she was correct, the invisible wall hit her senses almost immediately. With a wistful glance over her shoulder, she attempted to commune with the sacred, weeping arbors — don't worry, i’ll be right over here — and then turned back to place where the ravens flocked heavily, and sung her song. 

A soliloquy, which hopefully might soon turn into a duet.