. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁₊˚✧ ﾟ. continued. / @brokenwinged
she should be further into the core of the pixie dust tree, staying warm and keeping safe ⸻ but clarion can't bring herself to do so. she stands at the edge of the opening, turned to the side, towards the inside of the tree where her warm faeries huddled; terrified.
the question had slipped out so easily, purely impulsive ⸻ the young princess she had been when they met showing herself for the first time in centuries. clarion held close the feathered cloak he'd placed around her shoulders as if she was holding him. her gaze had already been on him when he turned 'round; the sorrow in his eyes making her chest feel tight. " so do i. " she softly said. clarion let the eery silence the cold brought to the tree hang in the air for a moment.