Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

She was oblivious to the commanding presence she possessed - it really did come naturally to her, perhaps a remnant of her mother still left within her. There was a surprising amount of oddities the two women shared, though the fae would never admit to being akin to the other - neither would Nocturnal call herself anything like her daughter. They seemed opposites, but actually, they were more like dawn and dusk instead of night and day.

A playful smile crept onto her face as he answered, inching closer into his aura, her nose leading the way. A gleam washed over her eyes, shaking her head in an upwards motion and a lift of a single shoulder, a display of fake confidence. Well, I suppose it's only fair for you to sing me something too then — We can call it even after that. She challenged lightly. She'd much rather they both be embarrassed and grow from it then forever see this memory as something unpleasant.