Hushed Willows Remember, magic is chaos.

Despite his announcement of return and the promise of valuable information, no one sent their voice up in recognition. The only one who answered was Teya. From between the willows she swept forward, closer to him, and Sundance rose his pale muzzle to regard her softly with tired eyes.

He felt the taut muscles of his travel-worn limbs slacken in relief to look upon the russet fae's unharmed firm, threaten to give way beneath him as he took a shaky step closer. When at last the distance between them was closed, he resisted the urge to reach for her.

"I had hoped you might come along with me," the ashen yearling crooned, not unkindly, as his hindquarters lowered to seat him on the forest floor with the exhale of a wearied breath, "but I am so glad you did not."