New, Old Histories || Milatta
Enchantra’s pixie dust tree was finally quiet.
It had been a long and difficult day in a stretch of long and difficult days. But Queen Clarion and the spring fairies worked quickly to clear one of the rooms for the Orkney fairies to rest in, at least for the night. Cots and blankets were carried in, along with warm cider and freshly brewed tea. Atta worked with several of her Orkney scouts to set things up while many of her fairies went to bathe and have their wings washed after much, much too long. And despite their weariness, Atta knew that tonight would be full of restlessness again. She only hoped for a few hours, now that they were all finally safe.
Atta insisted on being last to have her own bath. When the lights were finally out, she finally took the milkweed cloth and fluttered out.
But she didn’t head to the bathhouse yet.
Instead, she went to the separate chambers prepared for the king. She knocked before she entered, pushing the door open slowly and peeking in.
Milori was staring out at the rest of the Hollow from the window.
“Milori?” she uttered and came in. She fluttered over to him. She put her hand on her king’s shoulder and smiled gently. “We’re here,” she said, urged to remind him of this. “We made it. You got us here safely.”
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