Hushed Willows Sim Sala Bim on Your Tongue

Love Dante's art in his profile btw! handsome boi

The Faerie Queen's wings were with her today. Loinnir was stationed on his usual spot, claws dug between her shoulders. It was clear he missed someone dear to him - not that he was usually in a good mood, but he seemed more sad than irritated these days. This upset Lumi in return, the one so soft of heart she'd take pity on the insects her albino friend often ate for dinner. As the therapist of her court, she wanted to cheer him up, but the fact that the two couldn't communicate vocally seemed to pose a challenge. He sulked as the fae brought him to his favourite spots inside their home, refused to eat when offered his share of their meal. It worried her.

Even today, his condition had not improved. He sat quietly 'pon her back as she made her rounds and did her chores. She missed the magical clinking of iced-over leafs hitting each other in the wint'ry winds. Everything seemed so more possible at that time. Though she had looked forward to the coming of Spring, she had expected her court to be established right about now. They lacked the members to call themselves official, which was worrisome to say the least. She'd wanted to invite the Empress and those of the sun pack to the festival scheduled for the coming summer, but it was looking more impossible by the day.

It was when thinking those grim thoughts that she spotted an equally somber sight, just outside the reaches of their willows. Her whitened brows knitted together in a worried frown. It was a boy seemingly not much older than her, coloured in various shades of dusty pearls. silvered rivers of fur trailed over his body in an elegant fashion, ebony accents throughout.

Excuse me. Her soft voice called out. Are you alright?