Redsand Canyon lómëar

hope they meet again sometime <3

The singing—
well, she stricken supposes that to sing in the tongue of her motherealm, one must, in fact, know some of the words. And so it was that the stricken surrenders a rare smile, settles into the red clay beneath them both, and soon instructs the inquisitive youth upon the percise mouthing of the melody;
hours and many more later did the fée look back upon the scarlet spires of Redsand, wishing that the inkling had returned safe to her brethren's sides and wondering if ever they would meet again.