Hushed Willows anyone lived in a pretty how town

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The rains did not stop. Just when everyone was completely convinced that the atmosphere had dumped the most water it possibly ever could, the weather did something they all were unwilling to expect — it rained some more. The entire willows had become a clogged, swampy, muddy mess. Even though @Kincaid encouraged her to have a more chipper attitude towards the things that lay outside of her control, Eleuthera spent most of her time in a dour mood. 

It didn’t mean that she could slack in her duties, though. The moment she let her guard down would inevitably be the moment that the hammer came down upon them, she was sure of it, so she still patrolled the willows daily — visited the borders, remarked the trees if they had been washed in the night (they always were), criss-crossed the entire expanse of the wooden glen several times a day searching for any interlopers. Eleuthera never found anyone, save a few Shakti brothers here and there, but she did it anyway. Things were boring these days, and she longed for the road. 

Eleuthera set to memorizing every nook and cranny of the willows, as if she hadn’t done this a thousand times before, for no reason at all; even if it was only to keep her mind off of the rain. 

maybe @Caw or @Dante?