Felltree Marsh Suffering from FOMO, she can come too

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When the summons hit the air, Eleuthera’s heart clenched — and when she heard Lumiya’s secondary call to arms for her warriors specifically, Eleuthera felt an eerie sense of calm wash over her. The lilac fae had something of a temper at times, but this was different. This was a serious response, to a serious threat. She knew how ephemeral the balance of it all was, and how easily things could be tipped out of her favor. 

Eleuthera wanted to approach this in a way that would ensure the preservation of the faeries, at least for another day. Her place was not on the front lines. Her place was amongst the willows — standing at attention, nothing but seeing eyes and listening ears, trying to perceive what was going on outside of the willows. She was receptive and willing, at the behest of Lumiya and Orlaith or really any faerie who knew the art of battle (or, more hopefully, negotiation) far better than she.

Eleuthera waited for instruction, or for her intuition to rush into her and tell her what to do. Whatever came first.

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