Emberwood I never knew anybody 'til I knew you

The healer turned dark eyes on the woodline, unable to make out the smallest of movements as the dark advanced. Kavik seemed to materialize; a plant swayed and suddenly he was here, glinting raven blue under the moon's light. The sylph was unable to stop herself, she trotted towards her lover on silent paws and kissed him. 

"Asavakkit," she whispered, almost as if it were a prayer, in her old tongue. Her words came thick and raspy - as if it had been minutes rather than years where she abandoned her native language in place of the common tongue. The words fell fluid, and the healer found she could not say it to him in the common language, only for Kavik to remain silent again in the face of her proclamation.

"Hi," she murmurs teasingly, returning to the sun-soaked stone. She flicked his nose with her tail as she passed, giggling softly before sitting, curling her tail around her feet delicately.