Emberflame Ridge Shake off the frost inside my soul

She watched him focus on the fluttering lady, the swoop of her lashes matching those of the vibrantly colored wings. The creature must've been embarrassed by all the stares, the same way the stars were made for falling as those below looked up in wonder. She'd been silently referred to as as beautiful as those oddities of life, a second sun, the moon incarnate - she understood the feeling.

He spoke, a low rumble she could never hope to match - manly, strong, like an earth fae. The air fae found his aura intriguing, as well as why fate had made their paths cross. What wisdom would she be given today then?

Never. She breathed, tail swishing. No, fate could not disturb her ever; things were the way they were because that was how they were meant to be. This also meant anything could change, if that was what was necessary - be it seasons or hearts, life, death. Have you come to find something?