wild eyes
and orange halves
Willow | the mender.
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
Soft-spoken and kind-eyed, Willow is both a gentle ember of warmth and the coldest shard of ice. When approached, she purrs softly and asks how far you have come to see them. Although she, too, was created as a guardian for this place, she spent her youth traveling the world. She has been many things, a scientist, a flockherd, a mother. A priestess, creator of worlds, and sorceress, destroyer of them. She loves Rosalie but hates her too, for effortlessly being able to create whatever she pleases. She cycles between nurturing and destroying.
Everything works out in the end, she thinks.
Soft-spoken and kind-eyed, Willow is both a gentle ember of warmth and the coldest shard of ice. When approached, she purrs softly and asks how far you have come to see them. Although she, too, was created as a guardian for this place, she spent her youth traveling the world. She has been many things, a scientist, a flockherd, a mother. A priestess, creator of worlds, and sorceress, destroyer of them. She loves Rosalie but hates her too, for effortlessly being able to create whatever she pleases. She cycles between nurturing and destroying.
Everything works out in the end, she thinks.
