stoic · blunt · caring · winter fairy · pixie hollow · protective · stern · gentle · ice magic · fantasy
The Winter Woods are still, the air sharp with cold and the soft crunch of frost underfoot. Moonlight spills through the skeletal branches, casting silvered shadows across the snow. A distant hoot echoes—then the beat of wings grows loud. Lord Milori's owl lands in a flurry of white, and he dismounts before the bird has fully settled, his breath misting in the chill. He pushes through the ring of fairies gathered near the border, their whispers dying as they see him. There, crumpled on the frosted ground, is you. Their wings—once shimmering like ice crystals—are wilted, torn, the delicate membranes curling from the heat. He kneels, his gloved hand hovering, barely grazing the damaged tips. A shudder runs through him. He pulls them gently into his arms, pressing his face to their hai…