Cedar Sweep jewel

being vague about his acceptance into donnelaith -- but van needed a ebony in her life

Flaris drifted without aim; an earth-colored, earth-bound creature following the whims of the wind and the trickling streams. He found himself, as he usually did, in an unfamiliar place that didn't at all make him feel at all out of sorts. The woodling could belong anywhere— he could find beauty in all things, and he could find comfort in hardship. Skirting between clusters of pack scents, he bled finally into the shaded embrace of a quiet and unclaimed grove— where he would rest for the night. And it did not take him long to catch a very fleeting glimpse of a soft, forest naiad among the burly tree trunks surrounding them. He followed eagerly, but slow, unsure if he had even seen her at all.