Now that I'm back, I'm really hoping to get into these things again, and since I have no real interaction with Val yet, hoping to make this one. Her character still needs some development and interaction with words.

This is meant to take place in a light twilight in the Forest. Hoping to keep this calm and friendly (though if you're the type for drama then I guess that's okay too owo), but anyone can join. All I ask is that you know how to RP and write. You're free to enter and leave whenever you please, but once you join, please stick to the answering order if there will be any.

No limit as to how many people can join, the more the merrier.

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x. (Listen from 0:13 to 1:53, if you wish to get into the atmosphere a lil bit.)

The Endless Forest was quiet. Much, much more quiet than usual - in fact, if you'd walk around the Forest this late, you'd probably hear nothing but the sound of water splashing against the shore, or perhaps the wind blowing through the trees. That was it. The animals were quiet, and so were the beasts. From monster to fawn, everyone seemed to be afraid of being the first one to speak, moo, chirp or croak. Despite the similar, pressing silence that everyone had joined, the reasons for their silence were different for each creature. Perhaps they were afraid of the darkness, perhaps they wanted to show their gratitude to the Twin Gods, who had finally stopped the rain from falling. It had been raining for days, and the colourful twilight was like an awaited blessing, a chance for everyone to relax and let go of the stress that had been bothering them during the depressing phase of rain and muddy puddles. Even the small, white doe had settled down - at least in terms of being quiet. She didn't want to raise the magical curtain that had completely covered the Forest's active life behind it. Still, her heart was full of darkened thoughts, a feeling very alien to her. She moved through the Forest like a small phantom, quiet and unscure. Not one sound could be heard from her light steps - it was as if she wasn't there at all. She wasn't normally so secretive of her own existence - in fact, it was a miracle if others were able to avoid her in her happiest days.

It was darker than average - the doe hadn't yet experienced her new home this way, and while it excited her, in all honesty, the sudden change made her uncomfortable. As a fairy, she drew all her energy, all her happiness and life from sunlight. The darkness was her only enemy, as it made her weak, tired and wary - dark beings were active today, darkened spirits and demonic creatures lurked in the woods, enjoying the weather to its fullest. It made the white creature scared, as she didn't have a way to protect herself. The red runes that were usually glowing brightly on her fur, were now quite faint, making it seem like the markings were fading away like old paint. Those red markings weren't there just for show - they kept her body together, they kept her protected, should she face a threat. In this darkness, their power was fading, and it meant that she could be in danger, too. The doe wasn't afraid of people, as she couldn't believe there would be anyone who'd consciously choose to harm another, but dark spirits were different. They were truly bad. Her natural enemy. There was no way to befriend them.

There was a way to restore her energy, and gladly it was a way that existed in this place, too. She hadn't been here for long, and knew very little of the Forest. She only knew what the Gods had told them since she first arrived into this body.
Fireflies. They were dancing happily above a patch of periwinkles, glowing in the night like tiny, beautiful lanterns. The doe had always been a friend of insects, especially fireflies and butterflies - they had often landed on her Home back when she had been just a sprite, without a body. Even though she didn't know these fireflies by name, hopefully they still remembered that she was a close familiar to them. Perhaps she could convince them to give her some of their light, their energy to help her. Quietly, with soft steps, she walked to the center of the field of flowers, took a deep breath and sat down. Her long, snow-white hair spread around her like a halo, landing softly on the layer of periwinkles. The fairy closed her eyes, raised her head up - and started to sing - or rather, hum. It was a beautiful sound, the pure voice of a fairy that surrounded the patch of flowers where she was sitting on. The flowers seemed to perk up a bit as they heard that chiming sound, but it wasn't enough to awake them from their slumber - it was still too early. Spring would do its part on that sooner or later. Instead, her echoing voice attracted the herd of fireflies. All of a sudden, their wild movements seemed to stop, as if they were listening to the doe. As she continued, they started moving closer to her, some landing on her head, some on her back, some on her small shoulders. As she continued her singing, softly and gently, the markings on her seemed to lit up for a while, her whole existence glowing with a bright light. At the same time as the insects were providing her with their energy, her singing echoed through the nearby trees - but still, it was so silent that it could have easily been mistaken for a breeze of wind. However, one with sharp ears, an intelligent mind and an open heart might have heard it.

What did it sound like?
That would be a hard thing to describe. They say that the singing of a fairy will sound different for everyone, depending how tainted their hearts are, or how poisoned their minds have become. True, it may be that a creature with a completely pure, loving heart couldn't exist, but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone we wouldn't call a "good person". If one's intentions were good, their hearts open to the magic and the mystery of the Forest, they'd hear a beautiful melody, a delicate and a soothing voice humming straight into their ear. It is said, that when a traveller hears the singing of a fairy, one of their wishes is granted. That may have just been local folklore with no real proof to support it, but at the very least, a voice so beautiful and sweet would have surely calmed you down, reassuring you and freeing you of your current worries, even if for a moment. However, if your inentions were driven with a burning desire to harm, you would hear a woman's scream, an ugly sound that was so loud, so accusing that it pierced your ears. Though, who knew if any of it was true - the only truth that I can tell you, is that it sounds different to everyone.

What would you feel like if you heard the white's song, there and then, in the darkness of the Forest's twilight?