Amidst the glory, the wonder, the beauty and splendor the Falls’ opulence, twisting bays, mysterious groves, the nymph listened, surveyed, examined, and pondered over the menagerie of gathered souls. Though most comfortable with her brethren, settling between the scores of their Lady GildedBlade and Roland, curiosity was an immense, harmonious beat in her membrane, buzzing and building with crooning hymns, with the strings of Imogen’s subtle chirps, with the ambling of others’ coasting toward their call. A red empress followed the summons first, cloaked and unbidden, emboldened and audacious, slinking and reminding the songbird of ichor, blood-soaked fields, maddening smirks chiseled into canvases of violent war drums (and then quickly thereafter, ruminating on what truly existed in the land of the mad - pulsing raptures or lunatic reveries, bellicose hallucinations or March hare races?). Lena truly didn’t know what to make of her beyond the strings of chaos or promised subterfuge, like specious lands barely glanced over, masked, veiled terrain seeking provisions for its upheaval (and without power? She named others, Kings and Queens, no title shared between her lips – so what did she stir in her brewing cauldron?). Thereafter, a gilded steed, winged and distinguished, flying Emperor to the canopies and ravines, touched by silver, gold, and companion. His welcome, cool and tepid, distant and calculated, only slid into another query, before a femme Lena recognized, once maddened, once bristling, once content to rot away in a cave before her patriots, healed by her singsongs and sanguine hallelujahs, marched into their congregation. To all of them, the sylph offered a tender grin, a deep, respectful nod, and even the kitsune next to her jostled her ivory form into a burdened bow, capturing the building hesitancy, the raw questions, the anxious, unexplored exchanges, and waited for Illynx. An expression, a discussion of friendships forged, some partial, some undone, longing to be rekindled and fully recognized. And all the while – she meditated, reflected, on what could unfold. Were they as willing to fulfill a contract of peace, tranquility, and serenity? Eager to please, experienced in consul and emissary prowess, the gentle, wondrous spirit extended her arias, sonnets, and generosities, hoping to aid the process with floating whirls and whims heard through thickets and meetings. “A pleasure to meet each of you.” She paused, allowed her soft, honeyed eyes to peek over at each individual, a dulcet beat to her generous heart. “We would also like to offer trades between crafters – should you have need of our Weavers’ talents.”