Horizon Ridge Black honey

today, the young cub wandered from donnelaith to check the status of the world. as she traveled, she saw hints of the earths return everywhere; her heart moved to her throat, and joy gripped her. her magics reach must have been far, and she could not help but wander further than she ever would to admire it until its end. and perhaps young deirdre would have wandered until the ends of the earth to see, so enticed and enamored with the young plantlife she could smell and see as she was! but she came to, awakening from the spell she had cast that had taken her in; her moving lips stilled as her ears gently pressed forward.

she heard the girls cry here, and deirdre moved toward it gingerly. the young, pale beauty moved toward the ridge until she saw a girl that reminded her of the nectar bees so loved, and equally so of the honey they conceived due to it. why, she could smell it now! ah, and the crying, it broke her heart so to hear it! deirdre drew nearer to the girl, slowly, worriedly, and began to sing a song her athair sang to her when she was sad, a sweet and ancient song that, as she sang it, evoked the love she had for the man.

at length her song ceased, and her mellisonant voice could not be heard at all but for the echoes against the cliff-face they stood beneath. why do you cry? she breathlessly asked, moving to her belly. how deirdre wished to coddle her, and stop these tears, and see her smile!