Tobaira of the Waters

qwaychou

I see healing, crying, mothering.
Being comfortable in our own bodies. Hydrotherapy. She is sad, there is a tiny tear in her eye. The oak men smile, Penelope dreamweaver is in the bottom left, whole Laiste's dream sisters dash to play in the pouring waters.
She has weeping willows in her hair, the disgruntled fae is not grumpy, just quirky.
I see a tadpole and momma.