Hushed Willows Pick a place to die where it's high and dry

Preferably this thread is for the forming of SC :)

The willows wept a song of beauty, one the fae could not ignore. She was entranced the moment she set foot in the forest, swept away by powerful gusts of wind. Her small feet seemed to bounce on the downy snow and the air smelled ever so slightly of the sea. It reminded her of her true home, with the faeries of the court, and she decided then and there that she would very much like to claim this piece of the Wilderness for herself. She had not given up on her dream of building something that belonged to her spirit, something sacred - in fact, the feeling seemed to swell with each beat of her heart. Loinnir hooted softly, seemingly calmed by the atmosphere around them - for once not minding Lumi's lingering.