Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

have a nervous little fairy
phone post

 

When she spotted him her heart felt as if it could weep, the sight of his wings ley her know that he could never fly. Who would tatter such beautiful amber wings, who would be so cruel to keep someone on this earth without the chance to escape? This soul had a story to share, a memory that haunted him like the ghosts in the woods down below their mountain. 

There was not a sound when she glided closer, one the swish of her paws on grass that seemed to flow forever. Her own periwinkle wings would have fluttered on her back as she let her voice be known, had she ever greeted a stranger on their lands by herself? "dear sir, you have entered the lands of the Seelie Court. Might I ask what you are searching for?" her voice came out gentle and calm, a smile coming to her lips as she tried to look regal and someone of meaning.