Welshpixie's Clan

A small stream of water trickles through a fallen log, a constant tinkling babble that provides a backdrop of sound on the forest floor. Dappled light spears through the canopy casting glistening baubles of gold that dance on the water's surface.

"We've got company," a flourish of glassy aqua wings and a streak of bright mulberry cuts across the green and brown of the forest. A lithe female fae flutters down and settles atop the log, surveying her territory.

"So it would appear." The reply comes rumbling through the bushes, a deep and mellifluous voice that belongs to a shaggy male tundra. He pushes through the leaves to sit beside the stream, his teal flank complimenting the fae's azure, his fiery wings bright against the woodland green, his runes silvery and sparkling in competition with the stream's own glimmer.

"We'll watch a while," the fae dances to the edge of the log, membranous wings fluttering with curiosity.

"Aye," the tundra nudges his mate's flank in acknowledgement. "All are welcome here. I'll alert the clan to prepare for guests."