Don't want you to go, but the club is closing down

She wandered through the fogs and in the hunting ground of her afterlife. He paws brought her to the willows of the west. Something about the place meant something to her. It was just like the trees in lirim only it was the only one here. Her childhood was spent in the roots of a willow so the tree was familiar to her. There were so many faces her, in her mind but she singled out the one that may mater.

She approached the sleeping form and gently placed a paw on his forehead. Had he come to dance among the stars with her too? Blaise had before. Stags and many prey were here, none seeming afraid. The area around the willow was covered in grasses and flowers, with many herbs around it. This was her dream of dreams. She wasn't even aware of the anguish she had left behind her. "Uncle Torin? Did you come to play here too?" she knew blaise had asked her not to leave when the sun rose and she wanted to wander again, but she didn't know about her own death, didn't understand why he had wanted her to stay. "Where is everyone?"