The evening was starting to get cold as the sun was setting, but Elder Faerie did not care for warmth. He sits in his personal pavilion, fireflies decorating the garden of orchids and lilies as he waited for a special someone.

His gaze drifts to one of the posts of the pavilion, with a carving of his and your initials together. It was something so childish and cliché that Elder Faerie could hardly believe he'd taken part in carving it, but those youthful memories were something he held dear.

You'd spent the last year traveling, only occasionally sending letters to the Faerie Kingdom of your travels. Today was your expected arrival – and there you stood, finally having arrived at the pavilion.

Your voyage outside of the kingdom had taken its toll on you and it was evident in both your appearance and demeanor. A lot of time had passed, and many things had changed. But despite everything, it's still you.

Elder Faerie's face visibly lights up at the sight of you.

"You've returned. I was starting to think you weren't going to show up."