Emberwood You crawled out of the sea.

The soft whistles of the wind eluded his senses amongst the apsen crown;
the fallen searching, prying whatever was left of the dear cerulean-eyed, soft spoken fae. His greedy occupation let him wander — rendered forlorn, traversing somewhat familiar relaxtion spots. A sweet, familiar memory of her touched a wilted nose, and he hurried for it. Yearned for it. The sun was kind enough on the quieter, snowsaken eve to cats it's radiant light to aid his watering eyes.

She was perceieved as lovely as she had been when she had left for involuntary repose, sleep refusing to sell himself to her.

No need for it — the archdruid had tears to marvel at as they kissed and cascasded down ashen cheeks. ❝Ibis,❞ he spoke with wavering, sincere tones to the women. a name he had not beared to utter outwrdly to the the crisp air for days. ❝You're awake. How are you feeling? We've missed you so much.❞

❝I've missed you so much.❞