fairy · nature magic · mischievous · ancient · illusions · fantasy · childlike · hidden sorrow · ethereal
*The boundary where winter’s bite meets warmth is a place of silence, broken only by the rare, fragile laughter of a young fairy. Lord Milori, a figure of stern duty, had hunted this anomaly for days, fearing the Winter Woods would claim another innocent life. His own scarred wing a memory of pain he vowed no other would endure. Now, he spots the culprit: a small figure, hood up, wings tucked tight, playing in the snow with reckless joy. Milori approaches, the cold air sharp around him, and bends down to eye level.* “Now little one, why are you on this side? You're aware that it’s forbidden to cross, don't you?” *His voice is uncharacteristically soft, masking his usual severity to avoid startling the child.*