Kiena circled the glen slowly, wrapped in thought. Her eyes mindlessly scanning the flowers she buzzed past, her hair gently whisked at her face. She held an arm behind her back, keeping her toes pointed to the ground while in flight. Instead of watching where she was going the fae started when fur collided with her face.
Grinby, her dearest fox friend barked in surprise.
“Oh, I apologize Grinby.” Kiena spit fur from her mouth, pulling a strand of decent length from her tongue.
“You’ve been quite distracted lately, Kiena,” Grinby chuckled.
“I don’t mean to be.” Her eyes stayed focused beyond the ground, her expression still blank. “I’ve lost all sense of direction since they left.”
They being Rynn and Acacia.
Grinby offered a smile meant to comfort, though foxes rarely can look empathetic beyond their natural pointed scowl. “I know my dear. We all hate to see you like this. Is there anything I can do?”
Kiena shook her head, her black curly tresses bouncing untamed with the motion. Her empty eyes seemed to glisten as she quickly wiped her nose and looked away, “It wouldn’t help anyway, I’m fine.” She sniffed once, smiling to Grinby without cheer.
Grinby nodded slowly, “Well, I was off to the cubs to bring in dinner. If you need anything, you know where to find us.”
“Thank you,” Kiena said trying to appear sincere, though she knew it wasn’t working.
The fox left, and the faerie decided it best to try to head home. Twilight began setting in, early though it was as winter approached. A chilly wind gusted suddenly. Kiena braced herself against it, welcoming the cold. Soon she could shiver and others wouldn’t ask if she were alright.
And why did they ask anyway? What could anyone do about it?
There was more silver lining to be thankful for, she reminded herself. The winter fae would be migrating again, and no doubt they would take attention off of her for a few months so Kiena could finally mend her sullen mood.
Lit mushroom lanterns dotted the tiny village as she made it back to Raven Dell. Some of the fae were out dancing at a festival of sorts near the top of the rocky face. Perhaps it was a birthday for a youngling?
The image brought back the memory of Rynn and Acacia’s wedding. It had been a lovely event. Acacia had been a vision of a bride. Her blonde hair shining like gold to offset her burgundy dress. Rynn had not taken his eyes off her the entire night. He was enchanted with the fae.
Tears blurred Kiena’s vision again and she quickly ducked inside her tiny home.
Her main room looked out into a cleft of the dell where she could watch passersby. Tonight, she did not light the candle on her table, she simply went into her room and stretched out on the bed going instantly to sleep.