The gentle spring breeze blowing through the moon hued blossoms of the white trees. With gemmy pink quartz bark.
The lavender and lilac eternal night sky with the faint glow of pink at the horizon.
The white full moon with a lilac crescent at its side.
The celebration of the Spring Night was underway in Serenhame.
A realm meaning home of the stars.
Fresh flowers hung from the ceiling around the Moon Manor. Where Lady Ilona was hosting the spring celebration.
The Moon Manor was lined by large hedges of hydrandaes flowers.
A giant white wisteria tree positioned behind the two floored manor, the moonstone branches weeping down over the amethyst quartz roof.
The table was filled with flower shaped plates filled with cut slices of fresh fruits and edible flowers.
The Lord of Night was sitting on the railing of the balcony by himself, with one knee up and his other leg stretched out.
His eyes glistening with lavender moon quartz against his pale moonlight like skin.
The breeze drifting through his light purple sweetpea hair.
The star embodied fabric of his cloak drifting over the selenite railing.
In his hand was a glass of butterfly pea Ade, with slices of fresh lemon inside.
The sound of the talking inside the white bellflower decorated room behind him.
Among the countless stars and Milky Way shimmers, was the constellation in the shape of a rabbit and another in the shape of a cat.
A single star appeared between the two. It flashed pink for just a moment before disappearing.
His eyes widened as he leaned forwards. It felt like the air had gone still, the usual spring air felt different.
Pink glowing threads of stardust danced across the air.
The sound of footsteps behind him, as the Lord of Frost stepped out onto the balcony.
The only other first circle fae in Serenhame.
His phlox white hair seemed to be spun by snowflakes as his Opalite eyes glistened like glaciers against his pale snow like skin.
“Could it be the Stars?” He guessed.
As the Lord of Night drifted his eyes away from the sky towards him.
“I saw a star appear and disappear between the two constellations,” he answered.
The Lord of Frost looked towards his snow covered territory to the north. With the tall mountains and glaciers in the distance behind.
A blanket of white underneath the night sky where glowing threads of lavender and periwinkle blue dance through the sky. Yet now, pink threads of mist had now joined them.
It was a colour not naturally seen in Serenhame, until now.
The two of them exchanged glances. Before they both placed their drinks down onto the balcony railing.
Leaping over the side. As they both easily, and effortlessly landed on the ground made from celestites.
Rushing back towards the inner closed forest that was positioned in the centre of Serenhame, with the rose quartz barked trees with moonlit blossoms.
Where the Night Palace was positioned next to.
Surrounded by fashionably early phlox and sweetpeas.
Pink stardust fell like snowflakes from the sky, glowing as they landed on the ground, turning into lily-of-the-valley flowers made from pink aragonites.
Creating a pathway to show them the way. Towards the forest that was shaped like a crescent moon from above. A forest that never opened, until now.
The lucent moon wake drifting across the gemmy rose quartz bark of the trees as the double petals white blossoms swayed in the gentle spring breeze that brought the occasional cold chill.
As pink stardust drifted across the trees, some of the oversized blossom covered branches moved, revealing a door leading inside.
They both stepped inside, walking through the tunnel of pink aragonites, with Queen Mother rambling roses growing up the sides.
The gentle ring of a bell, chiming through the air.
As they stepped out of the tunnel into a meadow of Monica Lynden-Bell' phlox flowers. The delicate pink flowers shimmering with stardust beneath them.
The view of the Rosa pastel phlox in the distance leading up the giant pink blossom tree.
Stardust filling the meadow around them.
The feeling of their heart beating through their silvery veins as they didn’t speak a word. Getting closer across the pink mangono celesite stepping stones.
Going past a variety of pink roses that included Rosa Noisette Carnée, Rosa Bonica and Siluetta Sweet roses melting together.
“The main flower is roses,” the Lord of Night commented.
Following the path of Impatiens Glimmer Appleblossom flowers.
As the sweet scent of roses mixed in with the scent of stardust that only got stronger the closer to the centre they reached.
Every flower in view in the meadow was either a soft light pink or white.
Their eyes wide in awe. As they saw the stardust forming the shape of a new Faery, one made with a star itself, infront of them.
A flurry of rose petals drifting in swirl patterns around the stardust.
Stardust, in its delicate hue of light pink. Reflecting off the cool water roses that were growing up the pink araognites bark of the pink tree.
As the stardust began to settle, a new Faery appeared within the falling petals.
They could tell straight away that the new Faery wasn’t one made with just a moondrop, a flower and crystal like them.
The stardust reflected that. Serenhames one and only Star Faery had been created by the stars themselves.
The ring of a bell, like a lullaby of moonlight.
A small framed young Faery.
Her pure white skin like freshly fallen snow under the moonlight. Clear and pale like the stars.
The silky strands of her hair flowed down to below her waist, like moonlight. The strands of pink resembling the different roses in view melting together into the white at the ends.
Her soft eyes with an enchanting like feel that draw you in. An innocent like beauty.
The star like pink resembling pink aragonites with Mangano celcite star shaped gleams. With tiny crescent moons embodied with Purple Obsidian.
She softly blinked. The only thing she could remember was the comforting feeling of the stars.
With another blink, she looked up to see the two newly arrived Faery’s.
She tilted her head to the side.
An action that reminded the Lord of Night the translation of ‘Faery’, the enchanting.
The Lord of Frost was the first to move, he placed his open palm against his heart.
“Welcome to Serenhame, Princess,” he greeted. Bowing his head forwards.
“I am Eira, the Lord of Frost, I am honoured to meet you,” he continued.
The Lord of Night placed his hand against his heart, bowing his head forwards.
As he kept his focus on her.
Her pink hair floated like silk, as one of the falling blossom flowers landed in her hair.
As the ends seemed to be dipped in either fallen frost or moondust.
Her face was pale and translucent, like silk of tallen moonlight.
"I am Senara, It's a pleasure to meet you," he greeted,”I am The Lord of Night,”
('seh-NAH-rah') His name meaning 'light'.
She softly blinked. As she spoke a name that felt comfortable. That had been granted to her.
"I’m Sylvie," she softly mumbled.
Her voice was soft and sweet. As if she just stepped out of an fairytale of spring.
(‘Sil-vee’) A name meaning ‘from the forest’.
At the soft, gentle voice, he looked over towards her. His posture relaxing.
A voice so enchanting and lovely, he couldn't help but smile in response.
He knelled down on one knee infront of her so he was in her eyeline.
Noticing the subtle star and Cheshire crescent moon shaped gleams in her irises.
“Welcome to Seren, Princess Sylvie,” he smiled.
Eira knelled down next to him.
“Your name suits you, it’s perfect for you,” he added.
“We are your first circle, we are yours to command,” Eira and Senara greeted in-unison.
She softly blinked, leaning forwards on her hands. Tilting her head to the side.
“You don’t have to be so formal,” she mumbled.
Senara smiled as his posture relaxed, still kneeling down.
A silvery voice filled the meadow.
As a swirl of stardust danced through the air, circling around Sylvie before forming infront of her.
A large fluffy white cat, with fur like spun moonlight along with purple obsidians eyes.
Her fluffy tail had pink constellations as if it was dipped into the Milky Way.
“One of the stars?” Eira guessed.
As the cat lowered her head towards Sylvie, she gently patted her silky fur.
「 We’ve been waiting for our little star to be ready to be made into a Faery, we would like you two to look over our Star 」
“Of course,” Eira and Senara spoke in-unison.
The Cat Star looked up at her, her eyes just like the crescent moon shaped gleams in her own eyes.
「 Our Star, I would like to be granted a name and stay by your side in Seren 」
Eira and Senara exchanged glances.
Sylvie tilted her head to the side.
“You want me to name you?” She mumbled.
The Cat performed a slow blink towards her.
She softly blinked, glancing up at the view of the night sky through the crescent moon shaped gap between the blossoms above.
“How about Lumi?” She mumbled.
(‘luu-me’) Picking a name that meant ‘snow’ to reflect her white fur.
A lilac butterfly shaped glow suddenly appeared, circling around Sylvie before landing on the pink nose of the Cat infront of her.
The butterfly glow disappearing into sparks of stardust.
“I am now Lumi, I will stay by your side. Although the other Stars wish to meet you soon and would also like names,” the Cat meowed.