The spring fae had an old story that Elm had always loved ever since he was a boy. A tradition, or just an old wives' tale? He wasn't sure. What he was sure of was that it was real. That every year one lucky fae is chosen by the powers that be to be pointed right to their soulmate. That the very elements of nature would create a path for two souls to find one another and live eternity together.

And this would be Elm's year! So he hoped. As he had hoped every year's start since he first heard the story as a boy. But...he had a good feeling this time.

Young for a fae but plenty old enough to travel about on his own, and now that spring has come to the human's world and the spring court is aligned with it to allow safe passage from their corner of the faewild to the human world, he would venture forth and see where his feet and destiny lead him. To whom it lead him!

One last look in the mirror to try to straighten the curls that refused to lay flat and fix the flower crown atop his head before he bolts for the door. The sun just coming over the horizon, his bag full of possible gifts, and his heart full of hope for what may finally come.