Hushed Willows [m] high on the hill where the foxhorns blow

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dated for uhhhhh the 22nd? ish?

Four days of straight travel north had led them here.
@Reverie at his side, up through thin air and frigid cold, barren mountainsides and lush caverns in between, and at the end of the road was what seemed to be an oasis of greenery. Hilly, yes, but not too much so; a golden gate of low-hanging willows and magnolias, fern tendrils and moss snaking the rocks. A sanctuary.
When his feet first touch the forested floor, it was as if he instantly knew.
Whad'ya think? he whistles, tired eyes searching for wife and stepdaughter; their opinions mattered just as much as his.