Late Autumn , Year 770 of the New Age
Glenmore, The NeedleEnda
Enda took in a breath of air and let it out slowly. Her thoughts were running wild and sleep refused to come to her. Carefully, so she would not wake the family, she tiptoed out of the glade to walk among night's creatures and take in the dark sky.
With no one to see or hear, she let the mask she wore drop and concern knitted her brow.
Known only to the tight knit core of the Needler family, the gods were meddling. The blessing of light magic on Dei's inky hide left Enda wondering and her concerns would not let her sleep. Most fawnlings do not have such luck. Such blessings rarely seemed to co