“Remedies and Wish Trees… it has always fascinated me how those born within the grace of the Goddess always focus so intently upon such fanciful ideas.”



Her voice was a whispering caress of a breeze that did not exist in the night air. As if formed from the misty fog and the evening shadows Ever stepped from her watchful post to greet Poppet and Krysanthe. Her motions would always seem so effortless and regal, it was always the way of her. The tragic mystery of a story never told.



A faint smile touched her lips as Ever’s haven dark eyes drifted between the two and her fingers touched their shoulders each in turn. What a gathering of radiance the trio made, breathtaking in their individual beauty.



As Ever stood between them she seemed well aware of the visual they made to the carnival grounds for she radiated an aura of peaceful serenity and pride. This was always how it should have been.



“No matter how many years pass to the point where time seems no longer significant… still I find that each of us always hold on to something to offer us hope in otherwise hopeless times. Whether it be an assassin…or a dream.”



Her gaze moved from the Palomino gold and sapphire creature of the Light bringing Valendria to the delicate prim nature of the na?ve Poppet. Calculating and considering Ever weighed them both with the serene judgment of her gaze.



One look of haven dark eyes were directed with unease towards what the shadows hid before she gestured to the women.



“Come. There is something that you need to see and much you need to know.”



“What is it that you would tell us? I always thought you were rumored to be the one forged of Mystery and Secrets.”

“Who said I will not be even after this, dear Krysanthe of the Palomino Light and Silver Wheel?”



A breath of laughter, a whisper kiss of sound before Ever moved to step within the shadows once more. It was left to them to decide if they would follow.