Dragoncrest Cliffs this is the gold which we have struck

The young fae did not understand. She thought, for once, she was going to remain somewhere for longer than a mere month. She supposed it must not be within her luck to do so. The sprite keened with a quiet voice as she rode upon her mother's back, her small voice blending with her mother's soft hum. One paw outstretched to the waves lapping at the woman's feet, a silent plea to Her - the Sea. She did not wish to leave. Not again.

The looming shore grew in size with each of her mother's steady steps, until they were upon the sand once more. She could feel the importance of this moment, and aptly tucked herself beneath her mother - mirroring her submission. Whomever it was that they were to meet...the child did not know.