Whitefish River leaving me hollow

 

The pale nymph's crown of snow happened to raise, argent eyes widening at the sight of the honey-glazed fae that approached. 

Deferential and submissive as ever, the stranger was greeted by the druid's fumbling decorum: a synchronized ballet of curving shoulders, lowered ears, and a dip of the head that vaguely resembled a curtsy. 

"Ah, many par-dons, mi'lady," the midwife uttered on meek lips, adding, "Speedy," when the tidbit of information was given. 

"Aye, m'am," she answered, nodding as if to punctuate this point - it wasn't certain if Reiko's twin truly had any nefarious intentions. For all the low-ranking Lady knew, perhaps she truly was acting under the Empress' orders. 

"I vas search-ing fer ze Lady Reiko, I zought zat perhaps yer pack might 'ave seen 'er," Awenfen explained, something fearful clogging in her throat - guilt maybe for her perceived trespass. 

"Zen I smell-ed 'er scent," here she smiled faintly, a single wag swishing her ivory plume. 

"Is she 'ere?" Fen dared to inquire, gaze flickering up to the woman's chin optimistically. 

"Ah, vhere are me mann-ers? I am Awenfen, midvife to ze Empire," she introduced herself as heat seared across her cheeks, realizing she'd completely forgotten to offer her own name in return. "Ze Empress is a pat-ient of mine, I grew con-cerned vhen she dissa-peared from ze Vale."