Hushed Willows Toymaker

In the late night, at moon high and a cloudy winter sky,

 Faele walked through the icy grass of the hollows.

And just beyond her, she saw a boy! Lying at the lake, with a squirrel tail tucked between his paws. He looked kind of oaky, and a little bit like silt. With these dark socks, and these sharp jade eyes. He was flipping the tail between his feet and the laughter that built in her belly was stifled by her lips forming a smile. He was funny.

She crept closer with a dipped head and her shoulders hiked to a fluff on her neck.

"Hello. What are you doing there?"