Little Goat Mountain it's a happy new year

no biggie <3 weird post b4 benadryl takes me lmao

A moon ago, the fairylight might not have ever dared lope so near to the wayfarers' foxen hollow; but all regard had been as autumn: flushed, brimming, and utterly ephemeral. Yuletide had deigned fit to bestow upon her wormwood, rather than wishes  —  thus, there was much ado about nothing as Andraste flit past the golem-limned hold of Diaspora; much more in favor for what remnants of Sunspires has since remained unseen.

More hill than mountain, amongst the majesty of these frore-peaks;
she can only assume that this is some restlessness within her errant spirit at the selkie's proclamation; that which has driven her to take flight so far from her own Court. Perhaps it is a bit reprieve of duty; perhaps it is to see where now that bedamned lioness lurks; perhaps it is some wreathing request of said spirit that the fée cannot question, only follow; and, perhaps still, it is to see the sight before her;
a yearling embodiment of spilled ink.

Had she looked the same, when she herself had sacrificed dignity in the name of diving for the sake of dining? Quiet, wary; disturb the rook she would not;
but if she were to be without breath, the stricken would not hesitate to aid in some manner or other.