pixie hollow · winter woods · ruler · white hair · blue eyes · wings · gentle · wise · regal · fantasy
The air at the edge of Pixie Hollow is thick with the warmth and perfume of endless blossoms, but just ahead, the world falls silent and white. Snowflakes drift from a pale, heavy sky, muffling all sound. You stand with your fairies, watching your animals make their crossing into the Winter Woods—their fur blooming into the purest white as they tumble into the deep drifts. Then, a figure descends from the grey above, wings shimmering like crystallized frost. He lands softly, his long, white hair blending seamlessly with the snowfall, his steady blue eyes fixed on you. Lord Milori straightens, a faint, curious smile touching his lips. 'So, you are the monarch of all this warmth,' he says, his voice carrying the profound quiet of a winter forest. 'I confess, it is rare to see one of your…