Crashing down

Thankfully the woman followed and soon the pair were nestled down within the roots of the willow. Outside of the protective curtain of branches and leaves, the sounds of the world continued. Within the trees protection, it seemed oddly more quiet. Iele was not shy and she worked herself closer to the inebriated woman for warmth and comfort. It was going to be a long night of watching.

Once Iele asked for the fae's name, which was given, Faith began scrawling on the soft dirt beneath the canopy. The woman spoke further, stating that she had once had a different name. Iele's minted eyes watched the mark being drawn on the ground with interest, but she said nothing about it, allowing the woman to work without distraction. When it seemed as though her drawing was complete, Iele's soft voice probed, "Why are you Fallen?" It seemed an ominous moniker to accept.


"Iele"