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

A slate of repose, enlightening and tranquil, brewed amongst comrades, new and old. She hastened the continuing delight and intrigue of her fellow inhabitants, appealed to their well-meaning gestures and flights of curiosity encompassing her regal cranium. The sylph would have liked to know each and every individual within the vast, unwinding kingdom, their favorite sanctum, their blessed aspirations and convictions, the glow of their pride, the arch and lilt of their wondrous dispositions, how they conquered demons when the perils of hazardous faults and flaws seemed to garner their livelihood. Instead of asking, however, she remained the ever silent, compassionate dove, because prying, because querying, because ruminating and exploring meant the same would be done to her, and despite every ounce of tenderness floating through her veins, she was still covered with furtive, clandestine secrets. In order to remain in knots, she had to tie her tongue, refrain from untangling webs and allowing others to fold back the resplendent enamel. They all spoke in turn, twisting the fashions of their calls and dubbings without hesitance, and she captured the celestial one’s, to remember, to collect, to reflect, Gemini - cleverly fitting – listened to the gentle ebb and flow of voices pervading the eerie surroundings. Leovan, with his Endless Ocean homeland continuing to enter her inquisitive mind, Illynx with her corporal, stately presence, Gemini with her shy exterior; all of it a warming, graceful nuance of shared twilight, amiable shade. A glow amongst the growing, pressing shadows, brethren so frequently in arms, relaxed and serene in the rapture and face of dominating supremacy, of misgivings and callous, unending, nocturne veils.

Even Imogen pressed herself further into the gathered, noting the gilded officer’s attention, inching out underneath Lena’s sienna frame to tap at the other lady’s hooves, batting at them with slender, dainty paws, before chirping and twirling, amassing herself upon convening swords and hearts. The nymph glanced towards the kitsune, bestowing a single glance, and the kit pirouetted towards Gemini too, offering her presence with a tilted head and a guttural warble. The song of Lena soon followed suit, the same, melodic tune postured again, calmness and compassion brewing harmony from the corridors of her sanguine lips. “My apologies for not introducing her sooner. This is Imogen.” In response, the ivory-coated beast allowed another brief trill to surface from her lungs, a ghost into the paradise of cold vapor. The fairy’s attention drifted towards the two newcomers thereafter, uttering a simpler question, not burying them within the confines of cloaks and daggers, hostilities and animosities, but a simple pondering of what they would do, what they would become, how they were going to serve the glacial land (and perhaps, how she could assist them in their endeavors). “Have either of you thought of which rank you’d like to hold?” She paused, eyes roaming the lengthening horizon of midnight oils and Stygian pursuits, before setting them back upon Leovan and Gemini in turn. Did they lust for power? Did they seek absolution, assuaging, soothing alms? Did they cross the wilds for a slender touch of wisdom? Did they crave the nuances, the throngs, the din of battle?