Dawnlark Plains baby, there’s a fog over the pier

the enchanting, atramentous woman was among their ranks, and Dawn had picked up her scent easily when the news had reached her. it had been a long while since she'd seen her, and yet she'd yet to loose the sharp interest and fondness she had for the woman who always seemed, to her, at least, to be as ethereal and enthralling as the far-fetched tales of her youth. 

she found her soon, some shining thing clutched tight in her jaws and gaze fixed on some other treasure. dawn chuffed her greeting, molten gaze falling on the woman as a brightly did a name fall from her maw.  "seelie." smile curved her muzzle and tail wafted softly as her head canted a fraction, wondering at the woman's predicament.