When Avicinda awakens from the sleep he has only known, a golden sea lit by the sunset greets him. Petals brush his ears as he tumbles through the wind, but he catches himself. He feels himself coming to a steady hover while others around him are still finding their stars.
When he looks up, he looks to the Faewish Sprite directly in front of him, across the field of gold. A stranger with long ears, garbed in long robes, in front of the great statue ahead, who lifts his gaze and meets Avicinda’s. And awakens his heart with a smile.