Hushed Willows Late At Night — You’ll Find Me Creeping

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Unlike most, the queen of the faes did not seek shelter in times like these. The rain pounded on her back and head, drenching her distinctively marked coat and revealed her thin and dainty figure more prominently than ever. She was no match for the beast that stalked their woods at the moment, but what the fae lacked in strength she made up for in cleverness and kindness.

Loinnir, her owl friend, had left to seek shelter for tonight. She was alone at that moment, without even her sweetheart at her side; the adorable Dante. She told herself to make one more round before heading to bed for tonight, that's when she scented him. A stranger not belonging to the court.

The thundering sound of the rain masked her noises, the smell of it masked her scent, but it also made it harder to find him. When she did stumble upon the bear of a man, she remained calm like the willows themselves. Good night, sir. Her melodic voice cut through the sound of rain, hoping to grab his attention.