Porcupine Ridge I'm leaving here tomorrow for a place I don't exist

Lumi didn't know how to read the stars but found them beautiful all the same. They twinkled so peacefully, like the reflections 'pon the sea or the shimmering snow when a bright morning did come around. The fae couldn't help but feel so very small under that sky, perched 'pon a ridge with nothing but herself and her mute familiar — but they weren't alone.

She turned her head to see who had called out for them - or another - only finding shadows and silhouettes. Good evening? She returned hesitantly, her pristine voice standing out among the myriad of nightly noises. She felt Loinnir hopping from side to side, also trying to find the source of the feminine utterance. Don't be frightened - we come in peace. She followed up the greeting, seemingly talking to the mountain herself but, indeed, seeking the destination of her fate.