Even the weight of new life wrought upon her frame could not diminish her. In fact, he found it rather an enhancement. Mortals had their own kind of magic, a power of creation some fae were bitterly jealous of. Luckily, Rivers had never been the jealous type.
Have ye got a particular favourite to win, Your Majesty?He asked, blue eyes parting from her lovely visage only long enough to assess the match, before pulling reverently back to her face.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.




