Lena
I'm buried and covered peaceful under millions of stars

The Basin welcomed its newcomer with open arms, rustling and whispering approval from the wooden lanterns with their sleek embers and soft glow, to the trickle of idle currents of the lake, and along the snowy boundaries, mountains cast in listless, languid repose. It answered her call with cordiality, amiable and pressing against the chilling, glacial wind, a warm, tender caress in the map of valleys and rivers, streams and glaciers. Her eyes watched his features as they gazed across the endless, eternal view of darkness and peaks, summits and massifs, and when a grin enlightened his face, she became all the more pleased. Perhaps there would be no disappointment strung from his frame, no far away look that christened his disregard for their shadowed, dangerous and beautiful world, maybe the allure was strong enough to pull him within its embrace, its caress, its shelter and sanctuary. Amongst Leovan’s silence, the nymph took the time to stare against the horizon, waiting for the shadows to unravel their prizes from the depths of their darkened abyss, shed the labyrinthine fingers and grasp over the hold of their nestled inhabitants. When they appeared, a short chirp burst from Imogen, followed by Lena’s well-worn smile. First Illynx, the golden Corporal, a trusted individual molded and sculpted from their old heathen raptures of the Edge, and her appearance reminded the seraph of days spent by rocky shoal, gliding near cliffs, risk and hazard forever strung to their movements, before they’d lost a kingdom and gained another throne. She offered the fellow mare a similar, modest bow, pressed her regal cranium towards her cranium, then retaining her former position with the smile still in place. Melody lingered from her throat, maintaining the harmonious rapture and reverie of her singsong creation, postured and prospered for the warrioress. “Its good to see you again, Illynx.” The gilded one’s vocals urged Lena to curiosity and intrigue, a mention of another heralded from the fathoms of darkness, and she blinked against the twilight, found shadow and stars painted across another shape. Fey and fairy grinned once more, the eternal bliss of a pleasant, beneficent candor. “A pleasure, Gemini. I’m Lena.” The kitsune danced between her front legs, a cunning ghost on the waves of snow and ice, staring at the new faces, throwing her nose to the air to take in their scents, capture their smells, then disappearing beneath the sienna’s body to glance back at the stag and his chiseled brow. Lena’s affectionate stare followed suit, glimpsed towards Leovan once, a steady wink unfolding from one of the lids, trusting he’d be capable of introducing himself, that she wouldn’t need to prosper his name to the heavens when he was strong enough to do so. Instead, she unfurled her affable, genial chords back towards the celestial maiden. “I trust the Basin has treated you well?”