Hushed Willows Follow the Pale Moonlight

At the edge of his late mother's garden, Sundance rested with his muzzle propped atop an outstretched forelimb. Pastel eyes swept sadly over her most beloved roses, wilted in muddied shades of ivory and crimson by Winter's approach. He wondered of that unknown force that changed the climate and encouraged the trees to shed their leaves; natures secrets had always intrigued him.

Then and there, however, the druid felt a great sorrow weigh upon his heart. Seelie Court seemed to be fading before his eyes, with its numbers having dwindled and its leader being particularly quiet. He'd seen very little of Lumiya since his arrival some months prior, and even less of her since the densite had flooded. More notably, both Valiant and Eleuthera had vanished. Sundance had scouted the surrounding territories in hope of unearthing where they might've gone, but there was no trail to follow.

As a result of these most recent losses, Sundance kept mostly to himself. He would trail the willows' borders and refresh their marks often, and held onto his quiet guilt for avoiding the other faeries - especially Teya. It was her he thought of until a summons rose from the outskirts and, having been resting close by, the silverwhite gathered to his paws and made his way quickly toward the source of a stranger's call.

"Hello," he greeted plainly, his ears pricked attentively as soft eyes took in the dark features of the court's newest visitor. "My name is Sundance. What brings you here today?"