Felltree Marsh sonst ist licht- und farblos

It wasn't her first restless night, nor would it be her last. She longed to spend it with Dante, but didn't dare disturb his slumber. She was no selfish creature, and wouldn't wish exhaustion on her closest friends... But she saw him as something more than that. She couldn't place her feelings for him, but they spilled like an overflowing lake in the early months of Spring every time she laid eyes on him. It was new, and exciting - nearly forbidden, if she should believe her parents. She was not fit to please a man... but then, why did he look at her as if she was as radiant as the Summer sun?

She weaved her way through the willows, unfurling the veil of branches and slipped outside without a sound. Loinnir wasn't with her, he had taken a nap somewhere in the middle of the day and had not yet woken up. She didn't know what he had done that had gotten him this exhausted, but she decided it wasn't her place to tell him when he should sleep or not.

In the distance, she saw the silhouette of another. Greetings. She called, keeping her polite spirit intact.