Sunspire Mountains cause i can't let go

Reprieve beneath starlight;
they offered not the guidance that she might have sought, once upon a time, but heartsickness to the errant pieces of her, strewn about in the inked, boundaryless in-between; thin comfort only known when the heavens bled black over itself, and the faint traces of constellations all pressed past her marked hip; shivers; the hurt kept therein is muffled, muted beneath Undómiel's march from the twilit hinter of the feyringed keep; the shrouded male seen to and what novel finds within the vale found.

Dark lashes come together as she allows the frostchill to cleave throughout; once upon a time had this felt so similar. And yet this realm was not Rhaesuial; these spires not not her Tines — hers was a world of ice and snow, and the sentinel, green-grey needles held aloft to a pale, northern sun. More.

It is during this listing reverie that the curled druid so forms before her very sights; and she smiles, perhaps her third  (her fourth?)  and chirrups unto the boundless Bhediya, if only to gather her attentions. Had the sibyl come to wend her way to the stricken's Court, again of proposition?