Stellaluna
The moon-dusted pixie was far from her home in the Fae Forest. Whispers of an eery presence made their way to the brush and bramble , creeping into her dreams while she slept throughout the days. At first, she believed it to be nothing short of a dream, until she sees the same same foggy woods in her mind over and over. She can hear the same voice call to her, when she's asleep and when she's trotting through the forest at night.
She traveled only with the light of the moon, arriving to what she believed to be the place she's seen in her dreams. She passed through the maidens braid, after doing so, fog surrounded her, something she should be used to but when even the Moon seemed to flee to cover within the night, Stella slowed her steps. Ears pricked back as small paws snap on twigs and reveal her location to anyone near. With a sharp in hale, she skitters to the cover of bushes, slowly creeping her way in further until she finds herself parallel with a rotted, wooden structure that creaks and groans with each subtle moan of the eery breeze that creeps throughout the hollow. Starlight eyes watch from the brush, following every shadow that dances around her.
