Blackwater Islands Wash away the pain

The young fae found herself startled by the voice of another. Her suprise grew as she witness another sprite like herself padding towards her in the sand. The girl was wrapped in the scent of her matriarch, Akantha, and the scent of another young wolf. Tilting her head up to the moon, she replied to the girl as if it was obvious, "Her, of course." Her dark eyes gazing up at the silver crescent. "I was hoping... I don't know. That maybe She could help me." The grief flooded her eyes once more as she rested them upon the fire colored girl, not much older than herself.