Lady Feywren Evenlight

(( A response. ))

Winter’s Veil had passed in evergreen splendour at the Evenlight estate, which presently settled into an extended night’s sleep amidst the twinkling faerie lights, end of year excitement, and far too much wine. Feywren’s own glass, brimming with a rather generous portion of their family’s best chardonnay, courtesy of her cousin, sat largely untouched where it perched on her nightstand. 

A soft sigh ended in an amused smile as she recalled Vivlian’s expression upon glimpsing the assortment of gifts laid out on the quilted bedspread between the two of them. One after the other, everything Tori had sent Feywren was so lovely, with each carefully chosen item honouring the woman she was, even as they whispered...