She walks with a quiet, graceful step, her split daggers carrying her through the Basin's valley, mountains surrounding the young maiden. Her steps are slow, her body swinging forward as she lurches forward, giving herself a swift burst of speed. She lets her dark banner flow behind her, whipping in the frigid winds. The sunlight beams against her body, spreading warmth over her. She inhales the fresh, crisp air. The snow and the warm light added the crispness of both air and scene.
The trees of Tallsun were all these unique shades of green, painting an intricate painting against the earth, spreading their colors over the land. Although the fae admired the warm sunlight of Tallsun, she preferred Orangemoon, when the trees began their decent into oranges and yellows and browns. That was when the sunrises and sun sets were the best, watching all the colors dance together in a beautiful manner, a ritual. During Frostfall the fae felt saddened, seeing the trees die off for the season and life seemingly halts, the days and nights all the same. But on some occasions, one can see the beautiful 'Illuminating of the Sky', in which colors of blue, green, pink and purple are thrown into a dazzling show in the sky. In the north, it happens during the night, sparkling and dazzling and dancing.
Shivering, the fae stops by the Hot spring, looking to warm her weary bodice. Marching forward, she spots a grey stallion already dipping himself into the Springs, the bubbling waters lapping at his darkening body. The maiden smiles at the man, who is not too far from her age. He must be a few seasons older, give or take. His frame was still filled with a youthful shine, showing barely any wear and tear. He did not look like an aged man, other than the beard that hung from his jaw. Nodding, the fae parts her lips to speak harmonious lyrics. "Do you mind if I join you?" She asks, glancing down at the waters. The sizzling, swishing sounds of the water beckoned her, whispered her name. She swept her tail through the air, letting it glide through the air, brushing past her hind legs. Even the steam of the springs was enough to begin heating her up, the steam wrapping over her thin frame. "May I inquire your name?" She looks at him, bringing her question from the depths of her mind. It was that question everyone asked at some point to one another. It was a common question, and one must expect it to be asked several times in their life.
"Speech."
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