Hushed Willows If you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you.

sundance suggests exploring, and he shakes himself out sleepily, nodding. he's explored the willows thoroughly, having spent much of his time sneaking out to do exactly that. but it is flattering that his brother wanted his company, and he could use a little walk, and a chance to babble at willing companions. "yeah," atwood says, a shy but bright smile unfurling across his mouth, and steps towards sundance. "lets go somewhere new," he suggests, not keen on retreading already-treaded spaces in the willows -- the roses near their den, the borders -- when surely there's something new to be uncovered.