Hushed Willows We are stranger than earth with the seasons misled, stronger than her moods

Morgra smiled. This what exactly what she hoped for—their trust. Now she was invited to join them. 

Blossom and Reverie. They were making a home here. I'm Morgra, she offered a moment later. Reverie pointed out the beauty of the area. Yes, very beautiful. Though not as beautiful as her own home. Nothing could ever compare to the islands. The home of the druids. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. 

Morgra stepped closer to them with a friendly smile. Maybe you can show me your favorite place?