Willow
Fey had always been mocked. She seemed to enjoy spending time with trees more than people. Didn’t they understand? It was such mocking that made her love trees! A tree would never talk back, never be angry. She didn’t even have to speak, Fey just seemed to sense that the tree was listening. Any emotion that she felt, be it happiness, hope, or sadness or anger, the old Willow would let her project.