Autumn Snow

Complete, he said. She felt the same. Exactly the same. When they were apart, she wasn't herself. She put the mask on and was the Aslatiel that she wanted people to see. When she was with Indigo, there would never be a mask. There couldn't be. If she tried, he would see past it. With him, she could be utterly and completely herself. The good parts and the bad.

Indigo mentioned that the mangroves were supposed to be pretty at night and Asla raised her head from the water, flicking her tongue over her lower lip to rid it of clinging droplets. "Well then, I suppose we'd better find a place to rest for the night so that we can see if that's true." The cream colored fae trailed her body along her brother's side as he drank. She moved away from him, her gaze scanning their surroundings. One of the mangroves was on a tiny bit of raised land. Moving forward to inspect it, she noted that the roots were wide on one side, creating a perfect, natural nest. It was as if the world knew that the two of them would be there.

"Over here, Indy," she called out to the purple beast. Stepping into the area between the roots, she pulled fallen leaves into the center, making the space even more like a nest. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she smiled at Indigo. "This should work for us tonight, right?"