Silverlight Terrace it's my power outfit.

Poe considered that she would probably be more successful at her hunt if she could ever just learn to open with I'm looking for Silas and Pippin Ostrega instead of I'm looking for some willow trees. After all, how likely was it that they were still in that forest? Hell, not even Harlyn had known for sure if Pippin had returned to the willows after she'd left - he'd run off prior to that happening. Willows did not mean brothers. But, at the end of the day, it was willows she knew she'd have an easier time fnding than the others. It would be her starting point.

"Oh! I didn't mention that, did I?" Poe said with a small laugh at herself, "Silas and Pippin Ostrega. They would be about three years old now. Pippin is light like honey and gold. Silas is dark, like tree bark with cream and bronze markings." She paused, then smiled a little, "At least, so I've been told."