Jade Fern Grove They call it creeping, I say loving,

Hello, Hōkūlani.

The shadow slipped from the cover of the evergreen. Their graceful stride ends at the edge of the river where the young woman bathed.

Gossamer had spent their time trekking through the mountain range, as ordered. A path meticulously set, sorted with a few stops if Reverie was so inclined. A week or two’s job finished; they were unsure what to do with the remaining time.

Duty led them back to the cavern. Curiosity took them to the adjacent valley. A day comes and a night goes, and they find themselves in a forest. Conveniently they cross paths with the younger of the two guards.

Have you been relieved of your post? Gossamer asked in jest.