They will tell you Fae can’t cry….
In a way that’s true, but we can be hurt, although we are forever denied the healing benison of tears.
I knelt on the forest floor, and I replayed the moment the orcs sawed down my tree over and over in my head.
My tree was dead. I did not understand why I was not dead too. They meant me to die. They mean all the forest spirits to die…
But I am still alive and in a moment I must stand and fight them.
For now I just wish I could cry
With humble thanks to my great friend Ian Bristow for the inspiration of his artwork