Aelin

It was a cramp in her wing that brought the girl down from the skies. The moon rested high, cradled in it's sling of darkness. It's pale glow lit the land up in hue-less shades of light. She stood in it's embrace, the greens and blues of the world around her light up. Her presence was always hailed by nature. The daughter of the Wildfire was always embraced by nature, day or night. Bending to sniff a flower she smiled at the scent before returning her eyes to the moon above. A bird rustled in the tree above her, an owl who quietly hooted at her. "They say a lady lives on the moon, a pale lady so beautiful that it is her loveliness alone that creates the light." Her eyes watered slightly and so she blinked, turning and spoke to the owl instead. "But it's a sad story." The owl blinked at her, staring widely almost spookily. "She died when she was still young, only staying in spirit long enough to kiss her lover good bye." They both turned back to the moon as if wondering who the lady upon the rounded marvel was. "I suppose everything is an equal trade. The mortal life with love and comfort in exchange for eternity of looking upon the world." After a moment the owl swooped down from the tree, flying overhead perhaps on the hunt. Life was always better while flying, freeing of any troubles or sad stories of lonely ladies.

The girl smiled and sniffed before turing to survey her surroundings. The secret grove had remained an explored piece of land to her, until tonight. Her eyes studied the curious surroundings of the new piece of land. It made sense that she'd not yet visited this place, being so close to The World's Edge. The girl was wary of the territories of others, wishing to be cautious and respectful. Still it was a romantic place, the grove of trees were reflected in a pool of crystal clear water. It was sweet, nestled away in an otherwise brutal and unreliable world. Yet the girl was not pulled closer to the pool of water because if it's romantic nature, she's never truly been wooed by anything. Her hooves and ankles felt the kiss of the cooling water, the moon rippling on the surface. The branches of the willows both creaked and sang in the wind, the strange mix of the two sounds was chilling. She felt safe, embraced by the land as the thick vegetation provided a rather comforting privacy around the crisp, cool waters. The trees and leaves were wet as if it had recently rained here, the scent of rain was very slight, if you inhaled deep enough you could just smell it. It was pleasant here, she was happy to wait here until her wing healed and became strong enough to fly upon it again.