Crashing down

It was evident by the glazed over look in the glowing fae's eyes that she was under the influence of... something. She didn't seem to be in bad shape or anything, but the woman's lack of control and consciousness gave her the potential to end up that way. It would be safer if she came with Iele and slept it off.

Slowly and with great care as to the other woman's well being, Iele led the other beneath the thick fronds of an old willow. Fireflies went off here and there, illuminating the makeshift cave of greenery. The mottled woman helped her companion to sit in a natural divot in the land. The roots of the willow, old and worn smooth, created a decent sized nest around the divot. That would be their bed until morning.

Iele tucked herself into the root nest beside the other woman, getting her self comfortable. She then brought her gaze to search that of the other woman once more. A kind smile lifted the corners of almond shaped mint eyes. "I am called Iele," she spoke softly to the larger fae. "What should I call you?"

"Iele"