Bramblepoint And promise me this, you'll wait for me only.

yes. it was him. he reached toward her with a familiar gesture; teya shut her eyes and let the stories of his scent wash over her. he had gone a long, long way.
and he had been gone a long, long time.
she wanted to ask him where he had gone. but the faeries danced into her mind, encapsulated in memories of how sundance had tended her among the willows.
the flooding —
her ankles, the ravens; never far from her mind but emerging now in stark relief as he stood in front of her, tangible and made of what she could touch.
teya reached her muzzle to him.
"are you here to stay?" she asked, voice wavering.