Hushed Willows Does it mean anything to you?

She hoped that they were done moving.  It had been hard enough for her to leave Sunspire behind (and the Sanctuary as well, although it'd been easier with the ever-present scent of cat urine).  She couldn't imagine how difficult things were for her beautiful children.

Ibis did not seem to be acclimating.  She knew that her baby girl wanted her father; she wished that they had been good enough — important enough — to make him stay.  But never would she let these feelings rub off on the moments she shared with her children.

She caught sight of her little sprite near the communal dens, in the rose-covered moorside and trailed towards her with a gentle smile, but it breaks as her beloved cries out.  Her pace quickens as she moves next to her babe, and her nose finds its way to the top of Ibis' crown.