Hushed Willows sveppum

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She didn't like the person she was becoming. She wanted to feel again, to live and breathe and want. This strange, disgusting numbness did not suit her. Every day that went by, should could feel the fire in her heart grow dimmer, popping in the embers with a resigned death.
Valmúa was destined to become great. She had seen it. She carried within her the power of the eldfjall. It had burned in her since the beginning. Her brothers, all of them carried ice within them. Their souls were rife with starlight and sunfire, but Valmúa knew that it was the fire in the mountain that would prevail when the skies fell and all were left with nothing but the heat of their mother earth to sustain them.
Upon the emptied lands of the Willows she found none of the Seelie Court wolves, who mere weeks earlier had been clinging on. She chose an overcast evening to leave the Watch and travel across the ravine to their sacred place. Past the wall of a forest was a great heart of it all. Water from the sunspires fell from falls. Trees with fungi and herbs grew like weeds.
She had at first come intending to mark everything she could find that still held the stench of Court wolves. For a while, that was exactly what she did. She lifted her leg just as her brothers did to do this. It didn't take long before the game grew boring, however, and she walked on to find the real prizes she sought.
Her nose was trained on the substance she knew would let her see more. She had already started a small collection at the Watch, but she needed more. The poppy girl walked on, searching for answers.