willow is, unfortunately, woefully ignorant of much of what's going on in the region, nevermind outside of it. years ago, when her father was still around, they'd wake up in the morning together and sip coffee in the yard. often, she'd lose herself in a book while he read the morning paper, but sometimes he chatted about the news with her. 

now that she thinks about it, she can't remember the last time she'd performed that morning ritual. 

"i hope so too, but i won't hold my breath," she says with a small smile. "i really do have too much going on here to even think about something as silly as a vacation."

she laughs and reaches forward to screw the lid back onto the jar. "you joke, but i'm almost getting desperate enough to try." she stands again to go put it back, snagging an unopened bottle on her way back. she pushes it towards elisabeth. "for your friend."

she tucks her hair back again. "lou's almost all settled. and i think lucky's on his way to evolving, rambunctious as he is. ring me next time before ya come up and we can do some riding."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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