Elylyn

The Angel Aspect is a faerie genus, much like a milkweed vapor seeds in appearance. Individuals measure about a hand’s breadth across (plus or minus a finger). Native to the Wabes of Isydora, these creatures tolerate a wide range of temperatures and can survive long droughts as well as seasons of deluge.
Elylyn is an Angel Aspect and she is lost, far from her home.

It is cold here
cold and dark
everything is the color of rust

the trees are not friendly
they are jagged and look like lightning forks
born of the earth
arching for the sky

everything is wet and cold and dirty
and I don’t know how I got here
I have no memory of falling to this place
no memory of travel
only of awaking this morning
lost
alone
and cold
unbearably cold

Elylyn finds a cave mouth but doesn’t go in. She looks for food and finds a small cache of berries and meetle blooms. She waits and after a time a small Gizzerd peeks out to see if she has stolen any of its horde. Instead she trades some of the quills of her abalone comb for a ration of the berries and blossoms. The Gizzerd shows her a place where the water is pure and she drinks her fill.

Buoyed
she floats to the gaping mouth of the cavern
she peers through the tangled twisty vines and shivering leaves
but can’t see far into its depths

Small shiny fish undulate the tiny rivulet
issuing from the cave
they do not seem to fear her
the gravel is peppered with tiny flecks of silver and gold

The wind for the cave ebbs and flows
it is moist but warm
it smells somewhere between patchouli and pepper
a strangely pleasant scent

Elylyn allows an inrush of air to pull her into the mouth of the cave. She floats above the wet and gritty floor but occasionally gets hit by droplets from the roof. The light dims as she drifts deeper in. Before long she can navigate by the wane light of her natural luminescence (Angel Aspects are phosphorescent). The cavern opens both vertically and from side to side. There are occasional chasms in the floor and the walls. Through sensitive breeze whiskers, she hears the hiss-whisper of the winds meandering the underearth mazes.
Sometime before the onset of night she returns to the open world.
She bears witness to the passing of the day, as is her custom.
She tries to sleep in the forest but fear and foreign scents only let her achieve dream filled, restless sleep.