Sunshine cascaded upon the river, nurturing the orchids upon the deep-earth hued river banks. Pebbles that sparkled were illuminated even more by salmon that swam up-stream to lay their eggs in the shallows. Orange butterflies seemed to swarm over the terrain, leaving pollinated flowers everywhere they went. Dazzling creatures giddily bolted from thicket to the open meadows that were welcoming in song and dance. Even the aura of gloom that surrounded their dearest queen was faded some by the jovial nature of the forest-land creatures. Even in a time of sorrow, they found greatness in only the most simplest optimisms.
Easily, she rose to her pillars at the slightest sound of rustling in the woods. Looking to her right, she smiled to the fae beside her. "Circinus..." she said softly, gathering the golden fae's attention. "There is someone about. It must be Jeromo! Why don't we go see?" suggested the gorgeous, dainty ebony fae. She was the epitome of perfection, with a smile that could melt hearts.
Both of them rose, grinning from ear to ear at one another before they heard his call.
Waltzing up to this stag, her harks were pinned. "What, sir, do you think you are doing? This land is owned by Jeromo, my king. You are not my king," she said, the spice of her personality showing easily as her orbs glowed menacingly towards him.