The closest word for it was music, but it was better than any music. Every molecule shook with soft, sweet excitement. Every note washed around her and covered her in a bath of dancing silk. She thought that the beauty of it must be more than she could bear, but somehow she went racing on and on inside the sound...
Seelie; little shadow flitting between the trees, echoes of laughter and song and dancing feet on soft earth, whispering waves at the shoreline and sand sifted between toes and delicate taps of raindrops on the water. The fae called friend in hopes that her mischief might never darken the waves. Summersweet and laced in salt and so very tiny next to her siblings — but already brimming with life.
And somewhere far beyond the trees, the sea sang to her.
Sarah Porter
Seelie; little shadow flitting between the trees, echoes of laughter and song and dancing feet on soft earth, whispering waves at the shoreline and sand sifted between toes and delicate taps of raindrops on the water. The fae called friend in hopes that her mischief might never darken the waves. Summersweet and laced in salt and so very tiny next to her siblings — but already brimming with life.
And somewhere far beyond the trees, the sea sang to her.
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