Blacktail Deer Plateau let me sing to the high sky

"Hmmm..." Osprey had to think now - she revised most of the stories, where such a thing existed, but most of them were very serious and entailed a terrible curse, when it was broken. Did she want to have anything like that to exist between her and Willow? No. Not at all. Their friendship was something nice, pure and beautiful. It was a wonderful feeling to have a friend.

"Well... we could have some basic rules? Like - we promise to be honest to each other, no matter, how bad the truth is?" it was a good start. No tiptoeing around the problems. "Help and stay by each other's side as long as we live here?" she suggested.