Northstar Vale his heart would not take flight

18 threads? idk her
sobs

The dawnlight stars had tucked themselves behind thawless veils of afternoon, and so it was that the hours had whiled away since the morning glory of the Court. Undómiel tread beneath them all, her sunknived and stricken vessel still aquiver with the captivation of it all; under bough and by burrows did she wend past, entirely mute save for the threnody of her very soul —

( hear it, could he
hear it?
her?
yes he must, yes )

— before otherwise she heard the susurrations of tones familiar, never to be forgotten. The lapsing therein; the fée soon winged her way to the flamebit thicket of where the roseling  "Clementine,"  rested and the ever-glimmering  "Star,"  kept her company.