The Faery Grove
We sat silently at the roots of an old tree, their magical presence surrounding us. We kissed and entered the bliss together, the Fays delicate wings fluttering around us, surrounding us in the last perfumed breeze of a dying summer. Autumn leaves sung their trembling songs as they fell at our feet like flakes of broken moonlight cascading into the coming twilight.
As the golden sun began his descent into the western skies we walked home through the dunes in a content quiet, the knowing flowing deep between us.
Then from nowhere on the horizon a large stag appeared with five deers. Rearing his head, his large antlers shining like glistened bronze with the failing light. We yelped with excitement as the small herd appeared before us. Oh such blessings showered upon us, that we should be honoured with the Stag Kings presence so soon after leaving the faeries grove.
Like children we ran holding hands into the sunset, following a trail of magic that can never escape us ...
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