Hushed Willows any way the wind blows

She was relieved to hear that it wasn't necessarily bad memories that came to his mind, just ones that were different. Lily listened intently, drinking up the history of once was. Marauder's Keep. She mouthed the name to herself, thinking it sounded like some kind of warriors' pack, more brutal and closed-off than Elysium could ever dream to be. Maybe she was being too cynical, though.

It's amazing to me that any of us find each other, the blackbird said with a warm smile. What are the odds? Take one step a different direction and everything could be different. She thought about that quite often. How she had been the master of her own fate, and yet—it had all been quite unconscious, hadn't it?

Lily cocked her head. So you are happy here? she inquired, less of a question and more of an affirmation. If he wasn't. . .well, he wouldn't say so now, right? But she didn't think so. She hoped that all the contentment she saw in the lithe young man was for Elysium and his reunion with Qilaq.