Hushed Willows ἀνερρίφθω κύβος

Lily heeded the call, trotting toward the sound with intrigue writ over her face. It had been quiet in Elysium lately, save for a series of minor troubles--but those always existed, no? She continued to wait for the Morningsiders to arrive, and thought that perhaps this could be Sunny and his wolves.

But no, this was someone different altogether. Her breath caught in her throat--he looked much like Vilkas, in build and color--but the shock went away, replaced by something akin to disappointment, as she drew closer. Nevertheless, she turned a welcoming smile upon the stranger, coming to a halt a few steps away and giving him a brief once-over before speaking.

Hallo, there, Lily chirped. Welcome to Elysium. What can I do for you?