Redhawk Caldera vanillabark

She hummed softly at the woman’s fascination with her knowledge. She could use this to her advantage, a soft and friendly smile on her features. “My mother told me tales of the stars, of how they fell upon the sky like they did… but that is all apart from using them for navigation.” She offered softly. It was clear she did not fully believe the webs her mother had spun around them.
 
The suggestion of the leader of the willows being unearthly beautiful brought another hum from her lips though no comment. She could not bring herself to comment on the nature of the woman’s beauty without first meeting her. At least, she assumed this leader to be a woman. “I know they do… I once met a faerie who took the shape of an elk in the woods… another as a bird. They are all around us, blending in and sometimes causing mischief.” They could be quite mischievous at times, she recognized as well.