Tales of a Traveling Fae
I remember both the seelie and unseelie courts, both were magical in their own way. In the seelie court, grand sweeping music and fae moving with a fluidity you had never seen. In the unseelie court, candles that flickered when there was no wind and dark corners the light couldn't penetrate. There was music, fast paced, and fae moved with abandon. But neither court held the familiar magic of the forest I could call home.



















