Ouroboros Spine Can I say that? Don't have a clue

It was not a death song that drifted on the breeze this day, but a call for her. Not specifically her, but she refused to allow her father or mother to take it in their grief, so off she went.

She stopped briefly at the lake, just to make sure she looked in some way presentable, then turned to continue.

Vairë approached the borders almost warily, her ears held forward, trying desperately to keep a handle on herself. The woman was a cream creature, pretty as a wildflower, youthful in ways Vairë felt were far out of her grasp now. Part of her was a little jealous.

You approach Moonglow. Can we help you? Frequent tears had made her voice raspy, and she cleared her throat once to try and help.