Firestone Hot Springs there once was a bittersweet man and they called him Lemon Boy

Assuming this happens before her thread with hua ;p

The faerie nearly glided through the wint'ry landscapes carrying precious cargo 'pon her back. Loneliness had gone, companionship had been found and a sense of urgency - a sense of lust - drove her forward and into the mist. The cold was but unfortunate for her, but for her friend it could mean life or death. Lumi was no medic, had had no proper training in any kind of trade, but never stopped giving her all. Loinnir was someone to hold onto - after the abandonment - the disowning - she'd suffered she did not wish to lose the one who'd offered her friendship in the dark moons that made their diurnal courses so very short. The faerie missed her beacon of glimmering, golden glow.

The pools, swirling like autumn winds - in their depths, secrets? No, but voices aplenty. Peering through the thick cloak of steam, the fae tried to find its source. He wouldn't do that — He wouldn't just leave me. Her heart felt for the soul, near enough to hear yet not enough to see. He sounded forlorn, it reminded her of who she once was.

Is it solitude you fear? She asked the smoke as it curled around her form.