Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

he let his voice rise in only melodic notes.

weaving them beneath the moonlight and the trees. fae come to life. he was enchanted by her and perhaps he would feel the ill effects in the morning!

for now he wished only to entertain her.

reaching with gentle teeth for pale tufts shining like a lighthouse on her — even if he would not reach them! she was worth the hunt, he felt.