“Why a willow blossom?” “You remind me of a willow,” she said easily. “Strong, deep-rooted, and hidden. You move easily when the storm comes, but never farther than you wish.” I lifted my hands as if fending off a blow. “Cease these sweet words,” I protested. “You seek to bend me to your will, but it will not work. Your flattery is naught to me but wind!” She watched me for a moment, as if to make sure my tirade was complete. “Beyond all other trees,” she said with a curl of a smile on her elegant mouth, “the willow moves to the wind’s desire.”
Ah, then. Denna is the name of the "wind"
And bravo Pat. Good stuff
