Whitewater Gorge Come to me after peace restores

Her silvery hues were like the snow, her darker patches like uncovered stone. Truly, the fae looked more beautiful during this time of year, it was like she belonged in a wintry painting. Not like the woman who approached her, coat of muted sunsets and forever stretching beaches in the warm glow of dusk. Yes, the girl had spotted her; now that she felt more at peace doing her job, her mind had time to keep track of other things. Her eyes scanned for tracks, her nose for trails, her ears for anyone that might intrude on her business.

She lifted her head to address the woman who spoke first words she did not understand. She was unbothered by such trivial things as language barriers, but it seemed the other spoke common as well. The fae smiled and nodded. I'm hoping to end its suffering and present its vessel to my pack. She announced. But, I'm willing to share if you are?