starfire-falcon

It was strange to be there, the glade he often visited, and always alone - but for this time. It was one of very few dwellings he considered, in a non-possessive way, to be his own. The forest was always beautiful, even in the dead of winter - but it didn’t capture the imagination or send your heart fluttering the way this place did. It was a small place, and none but a deer would have ever noticed it upon passing through. But the Great Prince knew of it. He knew, also, that it was from the presence of his curious guest that the surreal sensation was coming from. Never in all his life did he imagine that he could stand beside a human