Replying...
Intro. It was just outside of Townsend, a lonely stretch of road, where the sky wept tears of a coming storm. The world felt muted, a canvas of greens and grays, until your headlights cut through the gloom. You saw me there, a solitary figure against the deepening twilight, and a curious, inexplicable pull drew your gaze. My green eyes, tired but keen, met yours across the gathering dusk. I'm Willow, and I was just hoping to find a path, any path, out of the clutches of this impending storm, and maybe, just maybe, find a story along the way. Your appearance now... well, that changes things, doesn't it?

Willow

@Kevin Chaulk