Tarnished
The young fae emerged from the center of the silver lake and shook the droplets of water from her pale head. Turning about she kicked and flailed her arms, calling up numerous froth-pixies to dance in circles about her. Laughing, she called in a lilting tone to the elf seated on the bank watching with a bemused smile, "Reed! Watch this!" Reed laughed and shook his head, charm-dyed amber hair falling across his perfectly shaped black brows, "Your something, you know that, Ashe!?" The...