Hushed Willows borscht

The signs of a storm had passed, the storm had never come. To the borders the fae queen went to spend another hour or two, simply to get her mind off things. Her coat was damp with dew, a feeling that had become familiar given her frequent swims nowadays. She felt her body becoming stronger, her muscles growing the more she trained her endurance. It wasn't enough to fight Donovan, but it was enough to get her there on his doorstep.

It was on her patrol she spotted the collapsed body of a girl, born from rust and stormclouds. The fae hurried to her side, looking her over quickly. Had the mutt struck down another victim of the realm? Goodness, what has happened to you? She asked if the girl was responsive, caring little for her presence so close to her forest. The court was a haven and retreat, after all, it would be foolish to send the needy away.