"Sa...sriah...." came a gentle voice from the mushroom circle, glazed in the light of the eternal morning sunlight, shimmering lightly upon the blossoms nearby and within the skies. "Why does the sun take my heart with a thousand blades....struck down upon me like the everlasting heartache...of a bird, a blue jay, stricken down before me..." Her hums continue as she rolls over a fallen bird, limp to the touch, unlike any other, "All shall end, all shall end but not the dear..."

A faint smile spread upon her face, a butterknife slicing a faint joy, a bliss, upon her lips. Her eyes, eternally squinted in the holy sunlight that beat down upon every being within the land, seemed filled with sand and aching. The bird, lifeless in her hooves' touch, lied helplessly upon the ground.

"Sweet dear..." The bird breathed in and out, and she knew it. She the bird, and she the deerfae. "I let you have this gift...for yours in an incurable...my love for you is that the same as the love I have..." her voice trailed off into her mind, and out again, like breathing, in, and out, she spoke to her, "Sweet bird..."

She kneeled down, kissed the bird gently with the gentlest kiss she could muster, and bit its neck with a crinkle. She tilted her head up, cleaning her lips of the rose red, and sat down beside the bird.

Its form faded away. For, as the falling leaves do as they touch the solid ground, all things dead faded away.

"I am not dead, am I, little bird...?" she spoke, I don't know who I am anymore...

The soft wind captured her furs in a tussle of flying fures.

The fae lied lone, stiff, in the wind she could never feel.

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(( ...my brain itches. *itch* *itch* ))