Silent as the still air around her, Willow sat nearby on the flatest piece of dirt she could find, with her bare feet drawn up into a lotus position. Though her eyes were closed, and her breath even she was well and completely alive. A crystal bauble orbited lazily around her head, it's color dyed a light blue-- denoting the element that was held within was water. From outward appearances, it seemed as if her mind was elsewhere, but this wasn't the case. Her mind was everywhere She could hear the gentle wind kissing the tips of the trees, the steady rise and fall of Raze's breath as he lounged, and even the babbling of a nearby stream. She was aware of everything and anything around her.
She had heard Dinan's rhythmic wing beats long before his feet ever touched the ground, though she made no motion to greet him. She would do that once her meditation was over, not out of rudeness, but out of habit. She did not simply quit her schedule so easily. The next experience was the Angel's willing the fire back to life. It would have been effortless for her to wave her hands and make the fire return, but she wasn't going to rob the man of his experience. Dinan wasn't the type to like having things done for him. Had she not been so far within her own mind, she would have smiled at the thought.
The scent of tea followed soon. The smell of herbs steeping in the water assaulted her senses, begging her to relinquish her mediation and grab a cup. It was her self control that kept her seated and denied the scent of tea. It wasn't until the sounds of galloping and a cart that finally did it. Her eyelids drifted back, revealing a pair of aquamarine iris. Her head first tilted toward the sounds of activity, the cart resounding further away than she initially thought.
She rose to her feet and went to the pot of tea Dinan had made, pouring a cup for herself. As she moved around the camp, her crystal bauble levitated over her head, high enough so that it would strike any of her taller allies. It was when Shyc halted the cart and handed Raze letter than she finally began to approach them, with the initial intention of reading the letter as well-- though she was not so rude as to not give him a friendly welcome. "Welcome back, Shyc. There were no troubles on the road I hope?"
A shout interrupted her thoughts to read the letter, and instead brought her on a path around the back of the cart. Her pace was decidedly more deliberate and calm than Raze's, noting the shouts to instantly be Shyc's. Her first notion was the boy had tripped and fallen out of the back of the cart-- and she found herself to be only half-right. He had tripped, and when she arrived she found him to be laying on the ground, a crate on top of his chest. The sight brought a smile to her lips as she nonchalantly sipped her tea. Her eyes followed his fingers and did note that there was someone in the back of the cart.
"There's a lady in the cart," She gently corrected, sensing that the poor creature was no simple peasant looking for adventure. It wasn't her clothes that gave her away-- for she did wear the clothes of a common. It was in her face and hair. Clean long black hair, an alabaster face bereft of the hardships of the common folk, and her dazzling violet eyes. Aside from the skin-deep details, Willow knew nothing else about the creature that had nearly scared Shyc to death.
"Perhaps," She began speaking to Raze directly, her tone even, and perhaps even a bit of scolding was apparent, "You should help Shyc raise the crate from his chest, instead of threatening our guest? I'm sure he's having a hard time breathing?"
Turning her head back to their new arrival, she smiled sweetly as she greeted her, "Hello there. While not precisely the language I would have chosen, our friend is right in asking for the reason of your appearance-- if only to sake my personal curiosity." As she spoke, the bauble drifted from over Willow's head and gently made it's way to the woman in the cart, where it hovered within her reach. "Water?" Willow asked kindly.