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It was a sentiment she'd heard expressed before, and Lily smiled to hear it. I was the same, having not seen them before, when I first found this place on a scouting mission, she explained, eyes lifting to the soon-to-be-green fronds. It's very peaceful. The wind through the willows makes this quiet sound--like whispers--and it brings along the salt from the sea with it, though not as pungent as on the coast.

Though perhaps Opalia was quite fond of that pungency. If she wasn't a transplant, she was a seawolf born and bred.

I get to live in the most beautiful place in the world with all my friends, she purred. It's wonderful. She had nodded at Aure's addition, herself not being familiar with coastal plants. She had only seen the ocean a handful of times, after all, the first less than a year ago. It was still as foreign to her as death.

Dirge. The name came unawares to her mind, as it sometimes did when she thought of the waves, and she swallowed, the light in her eyes dimming infinitesimally.