Hushed Willows [m]the cleverest of hares, the wiliest of foxes

She glanced over her shoulder and immediately stifled a grimace.

He was young, this visitor. Too young. She looked at him and just saw the faces of her children. Her face didn’t show this, just a little raise of a brow.

I am old enough to be your mother, young man. Came the assumption, the knowledge that most men who approached her right now were seeking the same thing. She could see it, that youthful look that still graced him where she was becoming stockier in age. But, he had given her a name, so she supposed she should return the favor.

Lusine.