Thowra I strode into Celeena's land, knowing that she might not come this time. I knew that Quiet Whispher had not really been nice to her the last time they met. But i had to hope that there was a chance this time for the young filly. I knew that Celeena would be aware of me entering her lands, maybe even Sympathy would know, or Illusion, Celeena's beautiful daughter.
Hope was the one thing I had to give at the moment, as I thought of Quiet Whispher laying where she was, barely still alive. Celeena had to come to help her!
Ceelena, the fae of the lands, stood hidden in the trees. Despite the white, glowing hides, she could not be seen. Nor heard. Unless, they were her daughter. There was only one who could see though her talent, Hidden Illusion, her beautiful daughter.
Her daughter, still only a filly in her mothers eyes, was now a yearling. She was maturing into a beautiful fae, her eyes clear of all doubt that she would fall in love one day. She was different from others, of course, being who she was. And when her mother died, she would return here with her own daughter.
Ceelena's eyes snapped to her left, gesturing for her daughter to approach without a sound. Together, in silence, they approached the stallion from the mist. They couldn't be seen. Nor heard. Nor hurt. But the mist shifted, and they paused just before the galloping stag. Ceelena knew his thoughts, his feelings and dreams. She also knew that she could not help him. "Greetings Thowra," the soft voice floated though the air, reaching the stags ears. Illusion watched with intrest, seeing what her mother saw and knew what to do. The yearling bowed her head in greeting, waiting for a reply.
"Thowra, I know of your problem...and I cannot say..." she paused and waited.