Mirror, Tell Me Who's The Loneliest of All?

The fae would smile, crimson optics reflecting the setting sun from them as she smiled, maw spreading evenly. The owl who had approached her and talked seemed rather kind, and caring as well. The smell of pine and maple wafted within her nostrils, and she kept the smile upon her paw as she would turn her cranium, seeing Felicien as he talked about coming back and seeing her once again. She would give a soft chuckle, the smile still noticeable as her one good eye focused on the orbs of the light tan colored brute. He was rather handsome to her, but, she did not wish to get her hopes up.

"It would be nice to see you again, Felicien. I hardly have any friends to come and spend time with, so you're more than welcome to come back and visit at your leisure," she would reply, tail swaying to and fro from the ground. The cool wind blew past her pelt, her alabaster and ebony coat blew as she sighed and looked back to the sunset, "And the sunset surely is a beautiful sight. Sometimes, I wounder what it is like, being among the stars."