Standing at the top of the Drop, Juniper sighed. She'd come out hunting this morning to try to take her mind off her responsibilities and worries, all the burdens of leadership she'd assumed, but every quarry seemed to elude her -- much the way sleep often eluded her these days. Eventually she'd abandoned any hope of hunting and followed the roar of the waterfall here. As she looked over the beautiful cascade, watching rainbows shimmer in the spray, she felt a moment of the peace she'd sought. The waterfall's thunder made it hard to think, and that was fine by Juniper, whose thoughts always seemed so tangled lately.
She leaned over the edge, wings working slightly to keep her balance. The Greatwood might be quiet now, but it was the quiet before a storm. Juniper usually wracked her mind for solutions to the Fae's problems -- for ways to defend them from this inevitable war, and for ways to somehow square her conscience with its inevitability. But now, with the noise below, she could forget her burdens, if only for a moment; she could let the Drop's rushing water wash them away.
If only it were so easy.
She leaned over the edge, wings working slightly to keep her balance. The Greatwood might be quiet now, but it was the quiet before a storm. Juniper usually wracked her mind for solutions to the Fae's problems -- for ways to defend them from this inevitable war, and for ways to somehow square her conscience with its inevitability. But now, with the noise below, she could forget her burdens, if only for a moment; she could let the Drop's rushing water wash them away.
If only it were so easy.
Juniper
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