Hushed Willows A softer universe than before

Founding howl you guys! Everyone is welcome to join in! @Fionn @Bridget @Deidra @Orlaith @Aoibh @Eleuthera @Caw @Stryx @Dante @Pestilence @Cassidy

Perhaps now was as good a time as any. With the looming threat of the saints, her tired yet restoring body, two freshly picked pixies and the possibility of war in the air it was high time for their court to become official. They'd worked hard, had kept the borders fresh and food plentiful and she'd even found love among the willows. Love for her court and faeries, for the beautiful forest they lived in and an especially handsome mouse she'd happened upon by chance.

It was the break of dawn and the rays of new-day sunlight were poking through the willow leafs eagerly. The forest was already alive with bird and frog song, the stilling of crickets and the soft rumble of the waterfall in the distance. The queen fae was at the clearing among the flowers and herbs, Loinnir on her back. She turned to him, asking; Are you ready? But of course the bird could not answer. It was more so because she didn't feel ready herself, but then again, this felt like the most natural thing to have happened in weeks.

She lifted her muzzle and let out a song for her faeries to hear - a song of victory, perseverance and dedication. A song that said 'thank you, now join me in this choir that will solidify our claim'.