Blackwater Islands Wash away the pain

She awoke to pitch black, whimpering with fright. It was a nightmare, a nightmare about her. Her biological mother. Filled with sorrow, she slipped from the den where she slept and into the coastal night air. Each kiss of the wind was sharp upon her face, yet she walked onwards into the obsidian darkness. 

As if She knew one of her daughters needed guidance, physically as well, the moon's light broke down through the clouds. Her beams of light dried the girl's tears, instead causing the young sprite to stare up at the crecent in awe. Strings of moonlight, as bright as flame, turned the sea a-glow like melted platinum. It was then that the sweet little girl found herself inclined to sing to Her.

With slow, peaceful notes she started her song, letting the notes build on their own accord. Her honey-dipped voice poured out her emotions to Her, providing Her with a gift of song. It was now that the small fae sat upon her haunches, her head thrown back with abandon as she sang with all of her grief and glee. Each note swirled around her, lifting the weight from her young shoulders. It was only then that she let her song fade out, a peaceful look cascading over her features.