Hushed Willows little fish, little fish

Lux was on the move again, slipping idly through the willow trees. It was nice here, with the gentle sways of salt spiked air and their own bouncing gait.

It was almost like home. Though the sprite knew this wasn’t their home at all.

They bounced a few feet forward, before ducking beneath the cover of a willow for a moment, letting its tresses fall over their face and body. Simple distractions, all for them.