Hushed Willows How quickly the glamour fades

The fae was pleased with their hard work; their first cache had been made and the borders were strengthening with every day the court spent there. She gave it about a moon before they were official, perhaps even shorter - and she could not wait to pick out specific places that would become their meeting grounds. The tinkling of the ice crystals strung on the willow branches played their familiar melodies, and everything was peaceful.

That was, until rushed footsteps crunched up the patchy snow, and a voice she did not recognize called out. It sounded too close for comfort, which made her fear their scent wasn't strong enough just yet to rid the area of any passerby's — She sped to where she thought the voice originated from, coming across the thin vessel of the sand-dusted girl moments later with a worried and confused look on her face.

As far as she knew, only Moonshadow had had the blessing of children among the faeries (though she hoped that would change very soon), and the woman was looking for her missing son - not daughter. I hate to disappoint you - but I fear those you seek are not among us. Were the words she chirped so somberly.