Fairspell Meadow I

his lady. perhaps she was too smitten by romantics and the stories around them, but she felt charmed at once. nearly enough to forget his anger chomping at dragonflies moments before. instead she saw him with rose colored glasses now.

do you have a name? or has she only come to you nameless under moonlight?

her voice carried the light of her whimsy and fascination with him now. she had, of course, made details up to add to the romantic theme of it all.