Ocean's Breath Plateau little w[o/a]rri[e/o]r

you are not, she said warmly, with a smile--not anymore!--for he had known the name, and she would take him to where it was he wished to go. she hovered over him, as though a gentle will-o-whisp herself, but the beauty was tangible and real both, and this was certain.

he asked for a name, and deirdre gave it with a regal flourish of her thick-plumed tail: i am deirdre stella mayfair, of donnelaith. i can take you to your brother--he is on the bay, which is nearly beside my forest, she hummed warmly. what is it you are called? she asked in turn, taking a small, inviting step forward. shall we begin our journey?