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Not Elysium, then:  "I have not heard of a Keep, before,"  the fairylight murmured, marred brow sketching low in thought,  "I only arrived to ze Teekons this past year, in this very moon, you see. But ... ze land you perhaps seek is named Hushed Willows? It is ze only grove of willows that is known to me."  Yet another pause; one she unsnared her lips with—

"I would be gladdened to guide your way to ze willows, if that is what you might wish?"  Fidgeting pale paws, a tad uncertain if this request was too bold in the least. She understood well the pleasure that traveling in one's own presence could become, and would too of his declining—  "Truthfully, I have been from my own claim for a time today, and I wonder that I should be returning, now. It is not at all too far, between our destinations."