Blacktail Deer Plateau praise to the earth mother.

Harlyn smiled at the boy's reaction, her gaze flickering to Blue Willow as she spoke then of fairy circles and future adventures.  She said nothing in response, but a wag of her tail and a gentle nod of her head to them both spoke well enough for her in the absence of words.  Turning, she took her leave.  It seemed the little one at least was eager to return home, likely to fade away to dreams of fairies and blessings.  His mother was at his heels soon enough, and Harlyn was fading into the foliage - perhaps to find some fairy circles of her own.