Northstar Vale petalsoft

Tamar raced and the heaviness of her heart did not seem to weigh her down. For as Arsenio stepped into the glade where she was, he thought that she might take flight. The sleekness of her sun-splashed figure held his tongue. Only the glacial blue of his eyes followed her. Fearful that he might spoil something that she needed, the Arche lowered himself to his belly so that he might not draw her attention.

A song filled his head. It was one from childhood. He could remember his mother's voice on the evening air. He could recall the chirping of crickets, like music.

And after a time, the song found his throat. Soft, Arsenio's voice played into the air.