Hushed Willows for he has cast down leviathan, the tyrant, and the horse and rider
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Ooc — Rosie
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Nearly halfway through her pregnancy, Olive was beginning to feel, in fact, pregnant. Her usually slight figure had rounded out and the fur along her belly thinned in that telltale way — her constitution had become uneasy, and she tired easily, but the druid proudly showed off her body’s changes to her wives, rolling supine and displaying her belly at the other’s slightest behest. Olive swore she even saw Delight smile one or twice to know his progenies flourished within her. She absolutely loved bringing this happiness to her wives, and to all of Elysium.

Olive was lounging by the den, sun bathing in the dappled sunlight that happened to fall between the willows, when the call from the borders came. So few actually took the time to announce their presence (open borders just worked that way) that this immediately grabbed her attention — it was after a second or two that the tone of the voice registered, and recognition bloomed across Olive’s expression. She immediately darted to the threshold of the willows, abandoning any semblance of sleep or sleepiness, thrilled that her daughter had finally come for a visit. 

The druid ran to her Cassiopeia as if she was afraid that she’d change her mind and leave. She never really knew what the girl was thinking, and wouldn’t be surprised if that happened. Olive only knew of some of things had happened to her daughter to make her the way she was, and for that, Olive was quick to excuse everything. She even forgave her for murdering Dakarai — her first love, and the dark girl’s father. Tried to take the fall for it, even. There was little Olive’s first girl could do to become sullied in her eyes. 

She slowed before she arrived, attempting to catch her breath but not wanting to waste a moment. A massive grin plastered upon her pointed features, she trotted forward.
“Daughter!”  she called out, her light voice chiming through billowing branches. “I am so glad you’re here. Seabreeze will be delighted to see you!”  The woman pushed forward to kiss the star-spangled girl — not a girl anymore, but a two year old woman that was bigger than she — and rested there with her chin on Cass’s shoulder.

“What brings you this day?" 
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams