Ravensblood Forest From the housetops to the gutters

a small queen, draped in the finest inks.

they were smitten, enchanted. they knew this had been the place to be. it showed in the wondering shine of their eyes.

me, they breathed out softly in response. aravae. a name they had not spoken in some time, fizzling through the air.

i was hoping to make home here.