I watched as Willow Dreaming arrived. She walked into the Guild Hall – tiny but very sturdy with a look of determination on her face that could have frozen the largest foe in its’ tracks at a hundred paces. She very definitely owns her own space. Head held high with dark hair which does not exactly flow over her shoulders although it is long, it actually has the appearance of doing its own thing, not unlike the feel of the person it grows from. An interesting little character. Although she may be small in stature she filled the room with her presence, or could have if she so chose. I can see she is more than capable of melting into the background when she wants.
Stocky in build there is great strength in that frame but that does not belie her gentle nature. She is someone who could entrance as easily as it appears she could beat you in a fight, an intriguing mix. Her facial features are soft, quite in contrast to the first physical impression she gives. She is very much the individual and this shows in the way she moves and is dressed – colours mixed with an abandon that only someone with a lot of confidence, or who couldn’t care less what she looks like, could carry off. I wonder which it is, I suspect the latter.
As I was assigned to watch over Ravencara on her travels I will now, of course, be watching over Willow. I am she whom Ravencara referred to as having the feel of a ‘whisper’. How very intuitive of her as I am indeed known as a Whispering Woman, my name Angaewen Alassé.
Willow’s travels begin shortly, so whilst she is resting I must prepare.