Deepwood Weald ghabat hadia

sweet music, slipping through the verdant weald.

she is summoned to these dulcet tones, small and lithe traversing the winding forest paths. her enormous ears are cupped forward, catching each note—oh, how sweet! for she knows the singer, and they have been separated for some time.

but now, reunion—

she happens upon the other fae and moves to brush her lips against her temple, cheek and jaw in turn. ukht, she purrs, doing a small circle 'round her companion before bringing herself face-forward once more. much glad am i to see you again. i had thought. . .

the courtesan trails off, golden eyes lowering, observing the earth. she mourns for a silent moment, ruminating on what could have been, then returns her gaze to her fellow jewel.

how do you fare?