Northstar Vale the wish i whispered when it all began – (dmn?)

8th January wowow

Melitse had informed her of the heated @Cupid;
and though she cannot recall percisely when he had told her so, the faltering fairylight strode with ... step through the rumored climes that the cherub so inhibitated. Without sleep and with a siren's skirmish, ridden and made ragdoll by the potency of magicked power ever-brimming  –  Undómiel is withering, welted hunchspine and hide hedged with the dishevelment that comes with a dwindling, faded fury not at all suited for its hosting, haggard vessel.

Still  —  there is enough intent in her step; enough an enquiring trill as she draws herself o'er the rises to where she believes him to most recently be:  “Aksva?”